Wouldn't it be something?
Wouldn't it be something?
It's not that bad
We could have died
Chalk it up to being young
Can you prove it was me?
No morning drive
No blurred headlight
from the corner of my eye
If only you were here right now,
you'd tell me...
Wouldn't it be something if everything changed
Wouldn't I be something in your way
Wouldn't it be more than living in your wake
If you and I would ever cease to be
Yeah...
Your summer dress
A late down pour
and how they caught us on the stairs
That silent song you'd sing to me
keeps singing...
No, my love
Hold on
We bend, I break
You fall, we scrape
I blame it all on being older now
I'm still singing...
'Sunday Morning Song' by Howie Day
It's not that bad
We could have died
Chalk it up to being young
Can you prove it was me?
No morning drive
No blurred headlight
from the corner of my eye
If only you were here right now,
you'd tell me...
Wouldn't it be something if everything changed
Wouldn't I be something in your way
Wouldn't it be more than living in your wake
If you and I would ever cease to be
Yeah...
Your summer dress
A late down pour
and how they caught us on the stairs
That silent song you'd sing to me
keeps singing...
No, my love
Hold on
We bend, I break
You fall, we scrape
I blame it all on being older now
I'm still singing...
'Sunday Morning Song' by Howie Day