The summer birds have flown off to find another home I long to go but I am uninvited I am a stranger here strangled by my every fear The thoughts inside
Wake up every morning, every morning is the same The coffee and the paper, and the fountains at your brain Nothing's changed You don't understand how
I don't want your medicine Sick as I am, sick as I am I don't need your helping hand I got a plan, said I got a plan I liked what you did, would you
Too much time is spent on the dead All the places found us back to live in his head Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed With all the nothings that
He loved her back in 1961 He held her through the night Till the dark was done But he's been gone now for several years Left her nothing but a letter
I turned down my mind today Speaking in shades of gray I followed a man of no expression I heard what he had to say I saw the devils word Some through
