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 gentle hands.
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 comes around, you can show me the town that you live in,.
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 comes around, you can show me the town that you live in.
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 become..
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 you're guarding it all night.
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 it all along.
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 boy is not around.
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 wonder is that why you're so alone,.
If only you could hear the beat, beat, beat. of my beating heart. then maybe we, we, we. would never be apart. it's a beautiful sky on a beautiful day.
Oh I don't believe it,. That I could be so deceiving. And bringing you down to feel this lack of loyalty.. . You were a song in my head,. The warmth of the sheets in my bed..
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 that it's brought me here.
I've tried to mark the plains;. I've cried and screamed your name,. but all has been in vain.. My tired self remains.. . My attempts at love. are not worth speaking of..
You won't ask then I won't tell. Anything about myself to you, honey, I'm an open book. A little hard to read that may be true. A little hard to read that may be true.
This room's been dusted. And it's covered in prints from. The month you spent with me.. And I've cataloged it,. Arranged the report with a chapter every week.
A photograph you took sits in the corner of my room. i'd throw it away, but it's too soon to let you go. and i have made my plans. i will erase you from my mind.
Tonight I'm staring at the moonlight. Tonight I'm wondering how this could've felt so right. And I could say it was a good time. But I can hardly say a thing.
There's too many ways, too many ways, I could spend hours in my day,. So many ways, so many ways, I could spend money I've made,. And if I try, I'll never have to learn a thing,.
These steps they remind me of places that I used to know,. The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe,. The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke,. And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,.
And I've been spending too much time in California. Where your feelings change but seasons never do. And in my dream last night I felt a storm was coming.
All in a day,. See it for yourself,. I'll make no change,. When you are somewhere else,. And I'll write for you,. Every chance I get,. Tell me you'll listen,.