there's nothing left on the table
there's nothing left in the garden
there's nothing left for me to tell you
and there's nothing left for me to lose

but there's nothing right
and there's nothing wrong

you've given me lots of words yeah
you've told me quite a story
you've given me quite a few
and yeah I'm really really sorry

but I can't seem to stay angry
no I can't seem to stay mad
you know you're downright sideways
and I'm neither happy nor am I sad.

words really like to run their mouths

find the leather bound book
by my sorry little bed and
you'll find it's filled to the brim
with thoughts from my head and
they're not the best thoughts
and they're not the very worst but
I'll never have them last and
I can't say I've had them first

but I guess I guess
they're thoughts nonetheless
whether or not they're
tidy or a mess

oh little sun little sun
won't cha give me some light
I'm looking for happiness
or at least a good fight

show me something old and
then show me something new
and I'll tell you that it's all the same
for me and for you because well
everyone is everyone and
we've all got our own paths and
they make a little ant colony
they make a nice hammock

you can sit within its net of strings
and swing away in the summer winds

but you can also take a sharp little knife
and cut a knot in its complicated web and
you'll see where that gets you
whether you like it or not

broken down train of thoughts
screaching to an end and
in the end I can't find anything
better than a friend

for there's nothing at all like being alone
but it's pretty nice when you can do that with someone else