Here comes the weather. It's looking like another storm. If all desire. Would leave this tired boy alone. . Hopes haunt me like ghosts. They point their fingers.
As I lay upon my bed, I begin dreaming. Of how it's gonna be the day that I am free. Once I settle like the dust upon the table. But then you came along.
Pick up the pieces and pack up your mind. You don't ask for what you have to find. Many people rolling out to sea. Let loose those floodgates that have held you back so long.
I just wanna remember you. The way you're standin' there. With that 'hurry home'-look in your eyes. And flowers on the table. . Sometimes I see too much.