ill die happy the day all the lights turn red (and no one runs them), the day the trees all pack their things and swim back to antarctica. the day you say...
no place to be alone to be myself to be with you you know everything about me worth knowing and you dont seem impressed six strings to tell a story to tell a sorrow to tell a songbird to tell a sinner from a blackbird to tell a secret that youve not heard wake up wake up wake up