The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go
The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well, I can tell, yes I know
The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well, I can tell, yes I know
Even when we could not get along
We would keep on holding on
What for? What for? What for?
What for? What for? What for?
The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
My heart keeps running away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well
I can tell
Yes I know
