Time no good
Wisdom no good
Patience no good
To me any more
Now night has fallen on the stair
Some things you do you can never repair
Seems Im always pretending
Things arent there when they are
And the leaves are nearly off the trees
The traffic thick past yellow windows
And Im lost inside the frozen headlights
Thinking of you
And the trees are looking like bones
And the afternoons filled with storm and rain
Im staring out of this metal train
Thinking of you
And the trees are looking like bones
The afternoon filled with rain and storm
And Im tangled up in memorys thorns
No way through
Trees like bones, yellow windows
Memories thorns, oh and you