Too cold for me when the leaves are brown And crunchin' under my feet And the neighbor's dog just won't come out And I'm feelin like I've had about Just enough of today's misery
But I'll be fine I'm a little bored and lonely but that's life It just seems to go one hundred zero It never does pan out for me though I'm hopeful that it will in good time
I'm dreamin' of the sound Illuminated by the echo of the crowd I wipe the window filled with snow And look out at the open road
We talk all night though I'm not sure He can hear me with closed eyes But he tells me what I need to hear Then he drifts away and disappears And I'm older than my skin is in this life
I'm dreamin' of the sound Illuminated by the echo of the crowd I wipe the window filled with snow And look out at the open road
I'm dreamin' of the sound Illuminated by the echo of the crowd I wipe the window filled with snow And look out at the open road
I sleep all day when I wake, I run It circles in my brain There are far too many hours to kiss So I slip into the tempting stillness I think about him And I look out at the open road
Compositores: Robert Wells, Amie Michel Miriello (Amie M Miriello) ECAD: Obra #2566812