Stars on the Ceiling

I knew a voice
That filled this house
I'm growing up
And growing out

Now I sit behind a sun-faded steering wheel
Sobbing 'bout the girl in the strawberry field
And through my blurry eyes the sun beams change

I'm in mourning
Of the Sunday mornings
Solving riddles
Spinning circles round my room
I'm in mourning
I can't keep ignoring that
Goodbyes are hard to swallow
Sweetness and sorrow

I changed the paint
From pink to grey
And I loved a boy
Who couldn't stay

Now I sit behind a sun-faded steering wheel
Watch the trees speeding past the see through shield
And through their blurry shapes
The sun peaks out

I'm in mourning
Of the Sunday mornings
Falling raindrops
Silver shadows in my room
I'm in mourning I can't
Keep ignoring that
Goodbyes are hard to swallow
Sweetness and sorrow

Staring at the sky before sleeping
Memorized the stars on the ceiling
Galaxies that I'm leaving behind
Through it all I can't forget the feeling
God I miss blindly believing
Magic was alive on Lost Creek Drive

I'm in mourning
Of the Sunday mornings
Hanging pictures
Floating dust specks in my room
I'm in mourning
I can't keep ignoring that
Goodbyes are hard to swallow
Sweetness and sorrow
Oooooh