Vārdi: Paul Baribeau. the rolling clouds.

the summer was purring like a kitten
until the record needle starting skipping
i was squeaking through the screen door
in your kitchen

so do you want to go downtown with me stop by the library?
you rode by my side
on your dad's old ten speed

it felt like everything was finally perfect
we rode past the empty stores
the churches
but then i looked in your eyes
and they were anxious
and they were nervous

under all the rolling clouds
over all the fields that surround
this tiny town

later that night you started to cry
ran into the bathroom and locked yourself inside the bathroom
i wanted to knock down the door but instead i just leaned against the other side
sometimes it feels like i still don't know you
after all these years
after all the stupid stuff we've gone through
how many horror movies have we sat through
how many sour patch kids
how many two liters of mountain dew

i want to see you get through this
but it seems like nothing i say makes any difference
when i left your house that night i felt totally awful
and selfish

under all the rolling clouds
over all the fields that surround
and trap us in this tiny town

maybe i did the wrong thing
maybe i should have stayed
maybe you were gonna feel better, maybe
maybe nothing would have changed

most nights i just throw a movie in the vcr
and fall asleep on the couch and wake up tired
i try not to miss you
but i don't try very hard
i remember stopping by a long time ago
heard you inside playing piano
i sat down on the front step
and listened through the window

under all the rolling clouds
the blue breaking through
over all the fields that surround
this tiny town

under all the rolling clouds
the blue busting through
over all the fields that surround
this tiny town