| Did you mean the things you said? |
| Were you pulling ankles and legs? |
| Do you read when you go to bed? |
| Do you lie there shaking instead? |
| Cause it works both ways with the rain |
| Leaving the words unread |
| And I want to have you again |
| Listening to Bedhead |
| Try to get a little rest |
| There’s a very big day ahead |
| I was lost like people feel |
| Before they find God’s love |
| The best I can say now |
| «We made it alone |
| No help from hot-air balloons |
| Saving us in the nick of time» |
| Don’t get your hopes up |
| Keep them low |
| Try not to reach so high |
| Hard work won’t pay off in the end |
| What a broken string of events |
| What a little tied up loose end |
| Are you mad that they are all dead? |
| Do you wish that you’d gone instead? |
| Are you pissed that when things got bad |
| There was one set of footprints in the sand? |
| When it’s easy you walk alone |
| There’s a mark for each of your toes |
| The best I could hope for |
| Is what you’d expect |
| White lights like icicles |
| Hung up above the porch |
| I’d just like to say now |
| Before things go too far |
| «I hated none of you |
| I loved you all at the time» |
| I like having to run when I don’t run |
| And it leaves me so, so tired |
| I want better for you and for my son |
| And the lives we’re leading now |
| I like having a tongue when the words come |
| And even if it gets tied |
| I want cinnamon buns in the morning sun |
| In the airport waiting lines |
| I like having some fun like anyone |
| With loaded water guns |
| Your canadian plum has got me numb |
| Like novacain in my gum |
| The best is the smoke blown |
| Back through the flue |
| Like birds returning to a tree |
| Where their old nest used to be |
| Now things have changed |
| Or maybe not |
| That’s where you learn to fly |
| That’s where our eggshell lies |