text: Another Sunday afternoon
  Nothing much to do
  But sit and try and make some sense of what I think about you
  Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn
  First snow is melting outside on the lawn
  Scattered bits of yesterday with melancholy flecks of grey
  Creeping back to tell me I was wrong
  A heartful of whats hard to say
  Ive let that skipping record play far too long
  Fall
  Still were shot down by the likes of it all
  Fly
  Up above all that still steals the lights from your carnival
  One smiled and said to me dont stay awake
  Some kind of affirmation knowing you were truly wrong
  Some kind of happiness at things we never see
  No we are not half as smart as you pretend to
  Well you were right I have pretended to be me
  And now these jaded eyes
  Can barely see where is this going anyway
  Its always hard to say
  Hard to say