Yours truly. the commuter

The last thing I heard I was left for dead I could give two shits about what they said I may be limping but I'm coming home All work and no play might'a done me in But I'm stoked I'm back after where...
His eyes were closed But he heard her voice On his twenty inch Sony TV And when she spoke Of flurries of snow He breathed out a sigh of relief The weather girl who was in his heart Is the same one...
A photo of you in a frame And no, I will not say your name Alone in the shade of a tree You waved your goodbye hand to me And I see the pretty in things But you disappeared like a dream I wish I could...
Why now does the wind Sound wounded and thin It moved through a land It can't understand I drink wine in the morning I change locks to my thoughts And sudden death is just boring So I'm here for good...
Today is the day It's the weekend It's here, saturday It's the weekend
He's just a kid who hid inside a hole His ears could no more hear the story told No longer did he wonder of getting old As birds encouraged him on life to hold And they said, why oh why, why you don't...
Remember when we built a good fire Then we watched it burn down Battling sleep, tangled in wire Surrounded in sound Well it was so brief But it was so bright We were so proud And I stood up and said:...
I saw you out there Flying through canyons High and alone I won't dare imagine anymore I left you out there Flying through canyons High and alone I don't dare imagine anymore
2, 3, 4 Rollin' home alone Here we go again As if it's not all right As if I need a friend But I bought you something nice I got you something warm For when the weather turns When will I ever learn?...