I've written letters to you on whitest paper, But they all return to me a pale brown, And I've tried to stand up to it, But it all seemed kinda useless
Every single time, I see you in the street as you walk by, You're shuffling your feet as if to say, you'd rather die, Then live so far from home, I
The daylight is awful dim With shudders pulled rim to rim I'm staring at written words But their sounds will remain unheard (Unheard) And have I known
This is the easy life This is the simple life baby And you maybe just what I Have always been searching for A light through an open door darling But
Lately I've been doing some thinking I guess that it's small like the last couple years I never would guess all that it's taught me And I can't believe
I must say, it's a nice day When the leaves start to turn, there is so much to learn from the freeway You're my friend for the weekend When the spring
And I'm ok Seems I just needed a break Sat down but now I'm up again And finding out I'm alone My friends left me behind And into another town Where this
This airplane is a ribbon With a bird at either end And it's featherlight and floating in the wind And it seems there's no direction Gentle push from
I see that summertime is near, summertime. When all my troubles disappear, summertime. I see that summertime is near, summertime. When all my troubles
I must say, It's a nice day, When the leaves start to turn, there is so much to learn from the freeway, You're my friend, For the weekend, When the spring
We've spent a lifetime running away Cold feet on cobblestone at the break of day I still remember everything The way we laughed in front of a store closing
There's nothing I can say, nothing I can say The words would never leave me And nothing I can do, nothing I can do I'm staring at the ceiling Just see
All the leaves upon this tree, are forming words and pointing them at me, And could it be a kind of sign informing me that I've been out of line,
The summer sends its love to you, the same as every year. Across my floor I leave a shadow twenty-five feet long. The farther down, the less specific
I'm too far down this time, I've crossed that line too many times, So leave me behind, I'll let my failures speak, For itself, I'm weak and always tired
I've layed for seven years here Here inside my mind, here inside my Alone in mind and action Doubt has left me blind, doubt has left me blind But I want
Call me out of my hovel; I long to see the sun. My legs try to carry me but my heart weighs me down. Burn this in my eyes until I see your outline