There's and old song that keeps playing I my head
as I lay down, twisting here in bed
and I'm feeling, fallen, fading in and out of consciousness
And its just like the movies
when you're standing in the bedroom door
And its almost too easy, to tell you I can't love you more
But I'm gone, I'm gone
There's no easy way to get back home
Then tomorrow, you'll find me in this cage
until September, when the colors turn to gray
and then we'll wait for winter
Another lonely hundred thousand days
And its just like the movies
when you're standing in the bedroom door
And its almost too easy, to tell you I can't love you more
But I'm gone, I'm gone
There's no easy way to get back home