If I had it ever so slightly my way
I might always be inches from sleeping
Seems when I start to dream
It takes a cavalry just to wake me
And if the sky would just keep to a shade
That had as much as I have to say
It'd be tangerine
Fighting the fade back to navy
No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can't stake a claim
There's no ground left to stand
There's just songs without stages
Clouds that gather but never rain
If I had it ever so slightly my way
I might change my name to January 'cause
Tell me what other word has as much a way
To live out its fury
No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can't stake a claim
There's no ground left to stand
There's just songs without stages
Clouds that gather but never rain
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put me back together again
So I put a thread in my own steady hand
And sat there and started sewin'
No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can't stake a claim
There's no ground left to stand
There's just songs without stages
Clouds that gather but keep themselves from raining