Well I'm changin' all my strings I'm gonna write another travellin' song About all the billion highways And the cities at the break of dawn Well I guess
My grandfather's name was Moon Because his eyes were bright and round No amount of time or liquor could dull them My grandmother's name was Joy Because
is fire where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours and i guess i'm not sure if it was fear that was born as those awful eyes made their claim
Shrill as a choir of children Urgent like the first day of May False and inflatable feeling Tugs at my senses Big as the Macy's Parade One brick on top
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind, when it blows It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow See the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan From
one that marks the western sky and it shines down on the quiet street and there's one that floods the darker parts and there's one that hurts my tired eyes
It is not the past few days that have has me feel This way and it is not the tiny marks of doubt That cover everything I see, it is just the way She looks
this storm, they drove me and Justin home The music was just being born It was all I was longing for Now I'm on a plane Off singing my songs again,
all eyes on the calendar another year i claim of total indifference to here the days pile up i'm sure all of them were wrong with decisions to
Emily, sing something sweet for me I need to hear those words out of your mouth Emily, sing something, please I want to face the life behind your eyes
She kills, with foreign films The emptiness of day to day And I wait until the weekend comes So I can clear this uselessness from my brain I count the
Tell me what you wanted to hear Let me do the right thing Let me do the wrong thing And if it's ever this clear I will only say it once Just let me turn
of their parents And this is the sound of the hopeless ones As they stare down at their books And realize that they have been lied to But if this is
I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I woke up with this song in my head this morning. I was dreaming about your record collection and
I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change
Love is real, it is not just in novels or the movies It is fact and it is standing here right in front of you So if you open your eyes What a sweet discovery
Close your eyes The dark outside can't hurt you And I will never desert your bedside So close them tight The stars are so glad that they've found you
