Lay on the floor
It's nice to end the day
And things are alright
It's only that thought, it gets in the way
And is she gonna go? Or is she gonna say,
Gonna stay here with me.
And I am often confused
By the order of the things that I do
It's such an easy way to lose
Beauty, stillness, and truth.
And it was grey outside
It'd been gray for days
And it makes a day long and dry
When it's grey with no rain
Grey with no rain.
You know that I am often confused
By the order of the things that I do
It's just an easy way to lose
Beauty, stillness, and truth.
And I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to
I'm gonna ride till there's nothing inside that's not true
I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to
I'm gonna ride till there's nothing inside that's not true