Well the story's in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground, there's volumes in the forest no one reads out loud. If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf, we used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now, yeah.
We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves, forty hours, television, and prescription pills. Well I take two a day to make my brain behave, it never does, but who's to say, at least my doctor gets paid.
So that's fine, yeah, come by we'll take the afternoon off, we can kiss and undress or if you want just talk 'Cause I've got nothing real, except a space to fill, and you're my guy, I like your style, just imagine all the time we could kill
And time's not poison, but once you drink it all you'll die So let's just sip it real slow, yeah, we can nurse it all night Try to believe that once it's gone, we'll pour another round and come back to life Come right back
I guess I'm moving faster now, or that's what they said, and though some days still take forever I can't disagree Because it seems to me that I wake up and sleep, look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between
But I remember counting days down 'til the year could be done, so I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn And disappear again into a summer's bliss of staying out and sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends
That's gone and I know that it won't ever come back, I accept, I won't cling to what I had in the past But life's a slippery slope; regret's the steepest hill, hope for the best, plan for the worst, and maybe wind up somewhere in the middle
And I'm not saying that I know what I want, but I know what I don't Don't want to rot in my room. and never know what could have been Believe what everyone else tells me is true Yeah, they say "true," that's what they say