I wish we

were stuck up a tree

then we'd know

it's nicer below



I don't know any lullabys

I don't know how

to make you mine

but I can learn

in lonely days ago

I saw lovers put on a show

well now it's my turn



Drive you home

then wait by the phone

for that call

and a walk in the fall



no harm will come of this

one little midnight kiss

it will not burn

too many lonely days

I feel like a throw away

well now it's my turn



Falling down

is no longer around

feeling sun

I'm no longer one

well isn't this fun