Today was a week
But I'm still stuck in my dream
Well I saw you pour heaven into my glass
And after the first sip
I couldn't tell a difference
Between life and death
Today was a week
But I'm still stuck in my dream
I'll catch the next train
Cause maybe that one's yours
Well you've got the answers
To your own questions
You're just too scared to see them
But if you look through
The open door that's right in front of you
You'll see that sometimes
I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
I've seen the mountains that you've drawn
The mountains that you've drawn
I saw you carve them right out of
Paper and plastic and metal sunstances
So I'll just catch the next train
I'll catch the next train home