Sometimes what it is it's like I'm yelling down a well for you I know you'll never say you do You do, you do, you do And ancient trees are standing silent, holding all their breath for you I guess I'd rather know you do Than never hear from you Every answer's clothed in layers of disguise Oh it scares me that I cannot see your eyes I am living in a house with all the blinds raised Watching you look through the windows from outside Sometimes what it is it's like I'm running down the road for you White cars are chasing into blue You do, you do, you do And everything I ever loved and all the words I thought I knew This road is wearing out my shoes The soles are peeking through All your old ideas have vanished in the light I heard the sound of them escaping in the night You were looking out for someone you could turn to Someone else to tell you what you think is right Who do you think I am to tell you where you stand?