Way Home Lyrics - She Likes The Weather - Counting Crows

If you don't stop lying on the floor 

You don't know what your dying for 

The last thing that you need 

Is imbeciles and indecision 

The discussion nearly ends 

She says, "I'm leaving' my friend 

And I don't wanna see you 

When I'm walking on my way home 

It is always on my way home" 

Maria quietly talks to me 

She says, "Adam, what do you see?" 

The people lying in between 

Hours of indiscretion 

And I believe I, the ground 

She says, "Hey, what have you found?" 

And everything I see 

Is only walking on my way home 

Look at all the silly people out there 

Can't you see? 

Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying 

Believe me and this is what I see 

And if you don't, amuse me 

We walk in circles 

And we walk back between indecision 

Between the currents, we will swim 

And then it's over, my friend 

And everything I see 

Is only walking on my way home 

Look at all the silly people out there 

Can't you see? 

Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying 

Maria she belongs to me 

In between the garden and the sea 

I walk in circles and the woman 

Walks right here beside me 

And if we talk about this town 

I must say, "I've been feeling down" 

And I've been sliding all the falls 

I've seen currents on my way home 

Look at all the silly people out there 

Can't you see? 

Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying