If I ever knew what to say I'd of said it long ago Just hopin' that someday you'll let your beauty really show or didn't I know you? Please say it's not so. Oh, didn't I know you? It goes to show
that "somedays" aren't always spent alone and your favorite mondays always ended in snow when the bus took you home when your father let you go anywhere you wanted but what do I really know?
Simple little thoughts never slept just crept and crept along the gate - of my bad dream, of this bedsheet and I wept like a sniveling child with only a few thoughts to carry on my back through the dirt; none of me two of you but somehow, you know - i'm content with wishin' on an empty old well as long as my feet work and my hands can stay still.