Some days I count on you
To be my instinct
To pull me through
A lonely mile
I miss our seaside talks
Milkshakes in hand
Yours strawberry red
Will we always have to have our doubts?
Hovering like the clouds
In the springtime
Will it always have to be this way?
Can't tell between the night and day
In the fall
There's some days
I'm falling through
The cracks in my driveway
Before coming to you
But I stop at the freeway
I miss the easy way home
And the October smell
And the way that we felt
Are we ever going to get it right?
It's never me that starts the fight
Okay, I'm sorry
Every memory bitter sweet
I get jealous of the golden leaves
In the fall
Am I growing without knowing you?
The mind takes over, dreams get sober too
Will we always have to have our doubts?
Hovering like the clouds
In the springtime
Will it always have to be this way?
Can't tell between the night and day
In the fall
