The echo of this place sounds the same
I'm tired of the, "what could've been", and, "what could've happened next"
A rain drop hit my head; it made me sick
It predicted another day in bed
I want no more days in bed

Put me on a train
Put this train up on it's tracks and I can meet you there
I can meet you anywhere
Because once the morning light hits my eyes at the right angle
It makes perfect sense: I can't count on the weather

Will I see this place no more?
An empty bottle and a cork
Counting trees won't get me there much faster
Take me under the stars

No looking back, it's all up to me
If we learned from the children here, then maybe we can be sincere
So I'll start from the top
If I can make it through you'll understand why I still get cold
in this 90 degree room

Maybe I'm falling and that's why the ceiling seems so high
The carpet is calling, it's telling me everything's alright
I'm lying on roses; roses get softer through the night
I've been waiting lately

Take me under the stars before I regret it