if you should ever see me again
then turn around and talk to me
I'm not as gone as some of us believe
I make my fake escapes
smiling through my crowded eyes
not able to hold on to what I have
what I tell myself don't last
I've promised I would love it all
and feel it all and love it all
if you should ever see me again
then turn around and talk to me
I'm not as gone as some of us believe
I make my fake escapes
smiling through my crowded eyes
not able to hold on to what I have
what I tell myself don't last
I've promised I would love it all
and feel it all and love it all
but I always kept it to myself
and now the schoolyard is an old folk's home
it's ringing in forgotten telephones