Out of so many things Gotta determine my type And what I hold is not a pencil Of my own Two windows facing the street Looking out, hear the birds tweet It's an eye on the tree it keeps looking back At me Sitting there alone is what you think But there's a whole forest out there In your box of four walls, it's your house Please come here more often Please come here more often Please come here more often Begging you to come here more often Begging you Here more often, wow Here more often, wow Here more often, wow So many numbers to add So much to take into account Must you know that today You must nothing Nothing Do nothing today It's your time to rest It's your time to rest It's your time to rest It's your time to rest