I'm almost off to bed
and the grass is shimmering dew.
Looking for a tune to fill my head
thinking silly thoughts about you
and it's good to be alive
when I've got you on my mind.
The streetlights up ahead
as I walk down this cement
illuminate some little things you said
and a couple things you meant
in a passing stranger's eye,
in every car I am walking by.
The daybreak is still miles away
from taking the place of what is overhead,
but it moves just like something almost being said.
When I think of you, the road I'm on
is like some house I built all alone
and filled it up with the things I loved
that now I can't get out of.
You see this house I built?
Two hands and the world around?
Look out. Look out.
I'm going to burn it to the ground.
Don't want to keep in mind
any places that I have been
there's nowhere nowhere
there's nowhere to start but start again.
It was not quite summer yet
when I walked out on some pier
with a new girl that I'd met
and a stomach full of beer
and told how it was going to be
if not for her at least for me.
we were always planting seeds
we didn't know it but we were
with every little thing we did
with every little him and her
and they grew without a sound
into the dark woods all around.
Well I stood there tonight in the window of your room
and the rooftops were rubies If I looked out right
and all the debris of the world I knew
was laying below in a weird moonlight.
You talked to me, and you had no idea
but every word you said landed square on my chin
and I could not wait for you to pick me up, stand me up
and knock me over again.
You see this house I built?
So long before I met you?
Look out. Look out.
There's a wrecking ball coming through
I thought I'd found a little piece of my brain
I thought I had a little place to lie in
There's nowhere, nowhere
nowhere to start but start again.
