What About Everything? Lyrics - Indian Summer - Carbon Leaf

Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves 

That didn't fall with the fall and now they clatter in vain 

Holiday sky, midnight clear, wind is high, hard to steer 

Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane 

In search of some rest, in search of a break 

From a life of tests where something's always at stake 

Where something's always so far 

What about my broken car? 

What about my life so far? 

What about my dream? 

What about? 

What about everything? 

What about aeroplanes? 

And what about ships that drank the sea? 

What about? 

What about the moon and stars? 

What about soldier battle scars 

And all the anger that they eat? 

I am not in need 

Get away and come with me 

Come away with me and we'll see 

If I was right on that night, that a future was made 

Before time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clear 

It's school, then work and then life that just sharpens the blade 

I think about time for fun, I think about time for play 

Then I think about being done, with no resume 

With no one left to blame 

What about fortune and fame? 

What about your love to obtain? 

What about the ring? 

What about? 

What about everything? 

What about aeroplanes? 

And what about ships that drank the sea? 

What about? 

What about the moon and stars? 

What about soldier battle scars 

And all the anger that they eat? 

I am not in need 

Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me 

The hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain 

Holiday sky, midnight clear, wind is high on this pier 

I find it hard to complain when compared with what about 

What about everything? 

What about aeroplanes? 

And what about ships that drank the sea? 

What about? 

What about the moon and stars? 

What about soldier battle scars 

And all the anger that they eat? 

What about? 

What about aliens? 

What about you and me and 

What about gold beneath the sea? 

What about? 

What about when buildings fall? 

What about that midnight phone call? 

The one that wakes you from your peace 

Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need