No matter when I lie down, the day always has the same length
I try to wake with the dawn, but still the dark comes just as fast
And the small birds make cute shadows on the white water?, and the brick wall, and the wood shed.
It smells like a gym when you sleep under the bedspread and you won't know until you leave and come back in again.
If I'm gonna make it across,
I only wanna swim once.
I'll be a dolphin and turn to excited to land
And I'm learning shit on the way
And I won't til it's over and no way to tell anyone anyway
No matter how I lie down, the pillow always makes the same crease.
I try to move it around and sleep so hair won't get out of place.
If the routines will fail, I worry that I will fail as well.
It's a gigantic arc?, that breathes the sunlight to the trees arms?
It's a shame that you can't go back to where you left off like an old tape in a tape deck.
It feels like a sauna when you have the heat up and the goose down and the sunlight on the window ledge.
If I'm gonna make it across,
I only wanna swim once.
I'll be a dolphin and turn to excited to land
I hope at the end of the day
I'll have the courage and something important and comforting to say.
Oh my word, is it enough?
All my words, are they enough?
And I hope that they're enough.
And I hope I've done enough.
Take a breath and brush it off.
Brush your teeth and sort your socks.
Sort of lean against the rock,
If the rocking chair won't stop.
Oh my God, I'm giving up.
Oh my eggs in different cups.
Oh my fears were not for naught,
Oh my ears have heard a lot.
Hey don't sweat, the little stuff.
There but for, the grace of us.
Do you leave the one who touched?
You've touched me and that's enough.
There you go, I'm cheering up.
? Tied to a truck.
And I thought I was hot stuff.
But it's just that I was burning up.
Oh my word, is it enough?
(Take a breath and brush it off.)
All my words, are they enough?
(Brush your teeth and sort your socks.)
And I hope that they're enough.
(Sort of lean against the rock,)
And I hope I've done enough.
(If the rocking chair won't stop.)
Oh my God, I'm giving up.
(Hey don't sweat, the little stuff.)
Oh my eggs in different cups.
(There but for, the grace of us.)
Oh my fears were not for naught,
(Do you leave the one who touched?)
Oh my ears have heard a lot.
(You've touched me and that's enough.)