A room sometimes is a body
And the porch lights grow dim
With every on-setting hour
Where the stars seem so finite to you
But love it ain't like the chemicals babe
Cause the chemicals don't hang around
While everybody's drilling for a fountain of youth
Losing years on the way down
A melody can be exhausted babe
Cause the birds they don't sing
In the winter short of spring
And, even then, they only sing in the day
But love, it ain't like a melody babe
Cause the birds don't hang around
Well, everybody's drilling for a fountain of youth
But sometimes in these fountains they drown
Sometimes in these fountains they drown
When the blood of my veins
Don't know how to call out your name
When the birds don't hang around
But love it ain't like the chemicals babe
Cause the chemicals don't hang around
While everybody's drilling for a fountain of youth
But sometimes in these fountains they drown More from John Mark McMillan