: Red shoes go sailing through the trees Leaving no traces at all Not even a scattering of leaves Reflections are only your memories Evergreen lay
: You're like a rain cloud If it rained mushroom clouds Everybody hits the ground Arms folded, head down You're like a missile strike Government
: I watch the evening grow old And I watch the sun grow tired Collapsing into the meadowlands Funny how I still hear that voice Sometimes it's like
: Orange sky don't go Manhattan looks like someplace else Cloudy with a low fog shelf Into the crowded streets I go Eventually they lead me back
: Well I was waitin' around for somebody to die Nobody did but a part of me died I suppose from all that waiting These things they pass in time but
For everything that's wrong there is a worried man There is a reason why We just don't understand but will, you got to keep the faith Be patient oh
Somewhere impossible light still shines and every smile is as if new Sometimes I feel like the static in the attic is making me just confused If I
Orange sky don't go Manhattan looks like someplace else Cloudy with a low fog shelf Into the crowded streets I go Eventually they lead me back home
Red shoes go sailing through the trees Leaving no traces at all Not even a scattering of leaves Reflections are only your memories Evergreen lay
What makes them walk away, after all these years? These years of learning in the hard way By the lessons from the tears I know it's not a game But it
I watch the evening grow old And I watch the sun grow tired Collapsing into the meadowlands Funny how I still hear that voice Sometimes it's like
I'm just staring at the moon like it was yesterday Hmm, see my face reflected in the lights on the window in the window pane Trees outside are still
In all my life, Mercy Hasn't known my name this well Like how every sea filters out And leads us gently to a creek We sit around Some of us are
You're like a rain cloud If it rained mushroom clouds Everybody hits the ground Arms folded, head down You're like a missile strike Government goes
Well I was waitin' around for somebody to die Nobody did but a part of me died I suppose from all that waiting These things they pass in time but the
I know a sickness So ancient and cross No crucifix Could ever fix enough In the basement of a church These people, they talk There is a line That