And the seed you sowed
Is now reaching the
Bedroom ceiling fan
Well, am I really your man?
Yeah, I'm sorry, but these things come and go
Hard to pin down
Why would I think that we're different somehow?
So much work just to keep it light
Oh, I am sorry that these things come and go
I tell you now the only way I can convey it, with sound
With some chords I can't even play
And will never know how
There's trouble every day
So why are you awake this early?
There's trouble every day
So why are you awake already?
