It's the feeling on a cold sunny day Get to reeling, empty the ashtray I've been doing fine Don't ask me to tell you about all my time Misbelieving the saying people change Find a reason, go against the grain Lost an ocean of hope that was much bigger than us You tell me count to three Well it just ain't that easy Not asking to be queen Moving on to finer things Turn of season, lavender champagne Need to ease in, start to turn the page Find a notion of Love that makes you feel like enough You tell me count to three Well it just ain't that easy Not asking to be queen Moving on to finer things Finer things, finer things, finer things, finer things