I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
where they understood the weight of human hearts
You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
with the fear that it eventually departs
And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
and if the years of searching find one sympathetic face
then it is there I will plant these seeds and make my home
I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona
where all the green of life had turned to ash
and I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told you
I just assumed that you eventually would ask
and I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
and all those months I just wanted to sleep
And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part
My heart was thawed and continues to beat
I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia
where the forest and the water become one
and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of,
that perfect peaceful street where we came from
And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
as I sat inside my room so long ago
And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
car closed up too tight and heart turned cold
And I went to San Diego;
the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something's got to happen soon
because I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
with eyes that burn so bright they make me pure
I long to be with you

Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden
and if it rains we'll just sink into the mud
where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
And there is no clocks or phones to wake us up
because I have learned that nothing is as pressing
as the one who is pressing would like you to believe
And I am content to walk a little slower
because there is nowhere that I really need to be
I find that life is easier when it is just a blur
with no details to confuse who or what or where I was
So when the ending comes, the full regret will seem obscure

But these are the days we dream about when the sunlight paints us pure
and this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone
This TV is old, the color is ******, do you see
the difference in the shades?
But the green is still close to green, my love
and I believe we are the same
and we'll stay like this, all green and gold
The light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes
we will always be the way we were that night
You crawled inside of me
and you slept in my blood, the way you sleep now
The quietest hush has consumed this house
and when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed
with all these pictures and pills they piled around your head
Just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
Was it just a dream?
It's too vague now to recount
An outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer will be stands
above you as you sleep.

The city has *** with itself, I suppose
As the concrete collides, well, the scenery grows
and the lonely, once bandaged, lay fully exposed
They undressed their wounds for each other
And there's a boy in a basement with a four track machine
He's been strumming and screaming all night down there
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
They say it's better to bury your sadness
in a graveyard or a garden that waits for the spring
to awake from its sleep and burst into green
Well I've cried and you would think I'd be better for it
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine
for the rest of my life
And I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now
but it just goes to show it is not what you know,
it's what you were thinking at the time
This feeling's familiar, I've been here before
In a kitchen this quiet I waited for
a sign or just something that might reassure me of anything close
to meaning or motion with a reason to move
I need something I want to be close to
And I scream but I still don't know why I do it
'Cause the sound never stays, it just swells and decays
So what is the point?
Why try to fight what is now so certain?
The truth is that all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten

Contrast and compare between the busy ones
and the ones that don't care
Until there is no one that you really know
So I drift through these days of appointments and promises made
They will all end up broken and quickly replaced
Weeks are slow, days drag on
Even practice and parties seem long
but I found myself going
I guess there's nothing to do
Oh well
Group of kids, line of cars
More will show up after the bars close
There's this boredom that drowns everything
Bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
I look for a corner or a quieter room
There's no heat in this house
I can't breathe with these words in my mouth
but I'm not going to say them
Yeah, I've made this mistake before
On the stairs she grabs my arms, says
"What's up? Where you been? Is something wrong?"
I try to just smile and say everything's fine.