grey skies forming up ahead
you light up like a cigarette
records playing on the set
we dont have a long time left
you call out, you call out every time
i pass thru the hall
that's where your pictures are
you call out, you call out every time
i sing out a note
there go the words you spoke
packing up is turning in
one last look before your eyes grow dim
lay your silhouette on the bed
and ask my where my mind has been
where my mind has been
you call out, you call out every time
i pass thru the hall
that's where your pictures are
you call out, you call out every time
i sing out a note
there go the words you spoke
and i never thought i'd have
a reason to go back
but as it turns out,
what we made is still there
reflecting off the glass
and stitching up the tears
you've got one eye on the house
a crooked roof to be straightened out
you keep the other on the sky
simple life just takes some time
just takes some time
