You, you ask a lot of questions / Demand a lot of answers / But you won’t get them from me / And I, I make you feel easy
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To pick up where I left the story / I lost her in a crowd / I wasn’t about to give myself away / That never was my style
The flowers I bought when you took off are wilted in the vase / There’s something here beneath the hair that kind of looks like my face / Garbage man, oh garbage man, why won’t you leave my street / How can this street possibly excrete this much trash seven days a week
She goes to bed, but it’s always alone / With a handful of friends and trouble at home / She wants to be good, she knows that she should / But with her knowledge of this, there’s no way she could…oh, no
Don’t lock the door / I just might be back at four / Don’t fret your pretty face / Or tidy up the place
Rows and flows of angel hair / And ice cream castles in the air / And feather canyons everywhere / I’ve looked at clouds that way
Life can be just like painting / Full of wonderful strangeness / With colors so vibrant you feel like you should look away / Paint me in your dreams you’ll remember me this way
Everywhere I go and everything I do / Anywhere I run you are running too / As far as I’m concerned it all can fade away / We’re singing to each other, waste another day
Oh if you wanna talk to her, just go up and talk to her and she won’t mind / Do yourself a favor boy, in this world for hesitation there’s no time / Serve her up a slice of life, she don’t have to be your wife to understand / Give her something interesting and something no one else can, see, you followin’ me?
Who’s that talkin’ to the blue sky? / Staring, starin’ at the orange sun? / Who’s that laughin’ all the way home? It’s me… / So you are pretty sure I am the one