Walls

Sitting in my room and watching birds
Thinking 'bout the ways that they could go
Watching them and not saying a word
The time in here is still not going slow
The stories that are forming in my mind
Are better than the ones that I have seen
But now it's time to shut off the lights
Is this really where I could have been?

Dream about the people
Though you never really meet them
You still miss them
Think about the stories
You have never really lived
But wish you would

Sitting in my room and singing songs
About a young girl who's right where she wants
The key to her door's hanging on the wall
Does she want the door locked for all?
Her eyes are open wide but she can't see
She's only where she really wants to be
And when her moment comes to an end
She thinks about how great her time she's spent

Dreaming about the people
Though she's never really met them
She does miss them
Thinking about the stories
She has never really lived
But does wish she could

Sitting in my room I think about you
About all the things you had to do
To deserve to be in this very place
Some dream of this while others are scared
It's dark, it's silent but it's warm inside
Though the beauty is gone once it's occupied
An empty room with window and a bed
Where everything can happen in your head

Dream about the people
Though you never really meet them
You still mis them
Think about the stories
You have never really lived
But wish you would

Well maybe
Just for a moment
You could