I sure like to talk about this empty feeling.
Songs about it calm me down before I leave.
One day we will figure out some magic potion,
Kills the doubt and calms us down.
And we'll finally smile showing teeth,
And they'll tell some story that we'll finally believe.
Everybody knows your face, you whistle by on roller skates.
They'd stoop so low if you asked.
One day they will talk it through,
"How'd all the sunshine fall on you, and where'd it go?
Where's room for me?"
And they'll finally smile showing teeth,
And they'll hear some story that they'll finally believe.
Dark around the trail, ended on your tail.
Following around anyone we found.
I was lost, and you were too.
Balanced in the grass, waving people pass.
Your patience ran too thin, I was saving in
So much breath to breathe into you.