++ forehead as window with no blinds
The scene down at the corner's changed
Open doors ease shut and people walk away
This stop sign has tilted on its rusted axis
No one would believe you if you told them
So don't bother recounting tales of...
Barry used to wave his hands in song
Shera would always laugh at my misfortune
Lisa yeah, she was kinda cute back then
Scottie oh, he always tried to fit in
Where have all the days gone?
Pages left untorn on day-by-days
Books left unfinished, songs unsung
What we had and what was left is now so gone
They used to say that change was in the wind
Really it comes down with the rain at night
Thunderstorms and tragedies will erode away
Even what's thought stationary can take flight
Now I'm back here again, my hands a bit dirtier
The mini-garden's mud is fresh with rain, and dew
Each morning I'll return to find another layer
And though they may have migrated away
Here I will always stay
Open doors ease shut and people walk away
This stop sign has tilted on its rusted axis
No one would believe you if you told them
So don't bother recounting tales of...
Barry used to wave his hands in song
Shera would always laugh at my misfortune
Lisa yeah, she was kinda cute back then
Scottie oh, he always tried to fit in
Where have all the days gone?
Pages left untorn on day-by-days
Books left unfinished, songs unsung
What we had and what was left is now so gone
They used to say that change was in the wind
Really it comes down with the rain at night
Thunderstorms and tragedies will erode away
Even what's thought stationary can take flight
Now I'm back here again, my hands a bit dirtier
The mini-garden's mud is fresh with rain, and dew
Each morning I'll return to find another layer
And though they may have migrated away
Here I will always stay