I spun around and couldn't see
what I had in front of me.
When I looked up, there she was
scolding me and it was all because

I spun around and hit the ground.

Now I go around on my hands and knees
begging, pleading: "Baby, please!
Won't you help me off the floor?
I won't do what I've done before!"

I spun around and hit the ground.

I don't know what was on my mind,
it was another me in another time.
All I know is what I can say
I'm surprised I'm alive today.

I spun around and hit the ground.

Come, take me home, or at least somewhere that isn't here.
Sing songs of hope, of melancholic beauty ringing clear,
those that sound out a tone to attempt acoustic therapy
to reach a halted heart hanging heavy off the mezzanine
like a man in a field waiting for the wind to whisk him up,
spiral to heaven, promise endless nectar from a golden cup,
waiting for the sky to erupt into dizzy dreams of summer love,
spun out on perfection of the angel that he's dreaming of;
like a boat out at sea waiting for the shining surf surging on,
rising up to greet the cherubim who flirts with dawn
unafraid of endless rivers of idle talk and passersby
for everything's enchanted by the company of azure eyes.
Come, take me home, or at least somewhere I've never been.
Whisper tales of honesty, of shattered hearts and broken skin.

I don't know why the cold wind blows.
I can't see what the future will be.
So come what will or come what may
it's not over 'til you're done with today.

I'm just another man with too much on my mind
thinking about things better left behind.
I've made my mistakes just like all the rest
but I try to keep going and pray for the best.

Thinking a lot about this woman I love.
Thinking about the girl gets me all torn up.
Maybe what I feel is only a myth,
but the one I love isn't the one I'm with.

I don't know why the cold wind blows.
I can't see what the future will be.
So come what will or come what may
it's not over 'til you're done with today.

Honey, you're coming on too strong.
The way that you're hanging on my sleeve
like a cuff-link that don't belong
is making me feel that I should leave.

Honey, you're making moves too soon.
Why are your words so sweet
when we only met this afternoon
and you're pursuing relentlessly?

Honey, you're standing way too close
like a shadow rising off the floor
and the smell of perfume in my nose
is making me ill like none before.

Changing quite a lot since living alone,
resting out of service of a cellular phone.
Oh, my momma, how is it true:
staring through a screen at the human zoo

Sitting by the window when the breeze passed by
making crazy castles disappear from the sky
Oh, my momma, what does it mean:
watching things dissolve like a passing dream?

Sometimes I'm around more dead than alive,
and it is taking all I got just to survive.
Oh, my momma, can you explain
why we're stuck suffering the same?

It's not that I'm hiding what I'm frightened to find.
Listening to the preacher puts a lot on your mind.
Oh, my momma, can you decry
being a lantern that's scared of the light?

Friends may appear, but quickly they're gone.
Inspiration's growing like a golden dawn.
Oh, my momma, help me to see:
what keeps momentum through this mystery?

The future is so vast for someone without a home.
Every travel sees the past scattered on the road.
Happiness is never found within the mind that seeks.
To treasures you'd be bound if you didn't have to speak.

The future is so long for someone who's lost the way.
Heavy steps drenched in fog through the places you can't stay
Moving onward is a skill not many care to know
when there is time to **** watching all these flowers grow.

The future is far off for someone who'd rather die.
Each motion an endeavor, barely scraping by.
What trials wait in store for the movement of a soul
when acts are born from restlessness always without goal.

I've been through the desert to get to the sea
just to feel every wave crash over me.
But seeing you darling, I do believe,
nothing has struck me more pleasantly.
I think I love you, what more could I say?
But love's just a thought that I've given a name
and since I can't see inside of your brain,
how could I know if you're feeling the same?

I've spent far too long wasting my time,
cursing my fate and wishing to die,
wandering circles and wondering why,
what is the purpose in being alive?
Where is the joy when you're on your own,
wishing for someone but you're all alone
with frigid emotion and a heart turned to stone?
It's the middle of summer, I'm chilled to the bone.

I don't know all, but this much is true.
I'm feeling better when I am with you.
But oh, darling! What should I do?
I lost my perspective, I don't have a clue.
If you're listening, I don't mean to offend.
More than a lover, I'm needing a friend.
So if you think that you'd like to begin
I hope that you're sticking around to the end.

Oh, I wait and I wait and I wait for the day
when you come through the door singing my name.
Waiting for the day...