Anodyne

All my daydreams are disasters She's the one I think I love Rivers burn and then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City And they woke me up at dawn She walked with me to the fountain And she held onto my arm Come on, do

A worn out joke to keep the flies away Carried it this far Got the west side winds to keep it steady We bury the hatchets we find Could carry that heavy load I really thought it would matter Farcical hair appears As a blind side, clean the slate Work

I've been searching and you've been gone Out looking for the shortest path to the one that you're on And I've already seen all I want to see I think that's what we need When we were younger, we were strong We felt a lot better than the things that we