Also, The Ocean

Brown by the autumn, I was green all the same
But I knew I'd be going the minute I came.
Against the wall the rose and the thorn
Know they have risen where they were born

The last thing I want to do
Feels like the first one too
I sing a different tune
As we move from room to room

Usually, the first to
Talk about hometowns
People with nothing
Keeping their feet down
Dreaming a highway
always changing lanes

If I'm supposed to grow up - where do I do it?
If I knew where the shore was, I'm sure I'd swim to it
Oh, colorado, do I need your mountains?
If I'm gonna find the right thing to get lost in

The last thing I want to do
Feels like the first one, too
I sing a different tune
Moving from moon to moon

Also, the ocean
Seems so much bigger
Every time I look at your picture
I'm sure I'd drop the
Same line on the other side

What do you think of me by the window?
(I love a trainride as much as the next girl)

Also the motion
Makes me feel smoother
Down on the platform
I'm just a loser
Rushing a suitcase on to the next great thing