Just a few minutes after taking them I realized
Hundreds of buzzing flies were all over me
I looked up and there you were, reading
You were on your own, you were on vacation
You were on vacation
Vacation means "leave"
Means "obliterate all prior things"
Here, why don't I try
Why don't I try to make you mine?
Why is a lack of imagination the crime?
Why don't I try
Why don't I try to make you mine?
Why don't I back you up against this moment?
So when you finally go, you go, you go, you go
And when you choose to go
I resume my little lower road
Nobody needs to know, will know, will know
Will know that I ever meant to leave my little lower road
road, road, road
I watch the bird feeder out back in my parents' yard
The weight of that bluejay
The bully steals it all
And what must happen in your mind
When you create those silences?
Well nevermind, nevermind I don't want to see
I know it's got nothing to do with me
Here, why don't I try
Why don't I try to move aside?
I'm still soft, I'm still in my prime
Why don't I try
Why don't I try to move aside
I'm still soft, it's still my time
And when you finally go, you go, you go, you go, you go
When you choose to go
I resume my little lower road
And nobody needs to know, will know, will know
Will know that I ever meant to leave my little lower road
And when you finally go, you go, you go, you go, you go
And when you choose to go
I resume my little lower road
And nobody needs to know, will know, will know
Will know that I was only holding your place on this, your little lower road
your little lower road, your little lower road, little lower road
your little lower road, little lower road, your little lower road, little lower road
