(no subject)
when it pours outside
your mind turns shy-
usually so brave
and you stand there so nice
i'm afraid of the lack of words to say
the silence can be torn either way
everyone's dying to shake your hand
won't you open the door
she's got a rose in her hair for you
a brand new thing
and it keeps you from paying attention to anything else
she's praying tonight is the night
that you reveal your song to her
so there's no one else-
there's no one home.
crawling up the wall of a brand new day
but somethings pulling on these vines
...got to put up a struggle, somehow-
it's got to be over by the time you reach the window
your mind turns shy-
usually so brave
and you stand there so nice
i'm afraid of the lack of words to say
the silence can be torn either way
everyone's dying to shake your hand
won't you open the door
she's got a rose in her hair for you
a brand new thing
and it keeps you from paying attention to anything else
she's praying tonight is the night
that you reveal your song to her
so there's no one else-
there's no one home.
crawling up the wall of a brand new day
but somethings pulling on these vines
...got to put up a struggle, somehow-
it's got to be over by the time you reach the window