John's Field

Time seems slow when I'm sittin' around at home
Just waitin' for this winter to lift
So I feel my way around this half-lit house
At dawn, 'cause I haven't gone to bed yet

And then, oh, no, here comes the song again
And what's this? I think I might be cryin'

And I know this is not about fear or fault
It's just my need to be clear
So would you make way, everybody?
It finally looks like I'm movin' out of here
In my dreams, I'm flyin' over still-life scenes
Eatin' strawberries in John's field

And I wake up wearin' brand-new shoes
And then, oh, no, here it comes the song again
And what's this? I think I might be cryin'
I might be cryin'

So if life is just a series of fallin' down and gettin' back up
Don't forget to wear your seat belts
'Cause I've been speedin' around this unknown known
And sometimes I forget life is just a metronome

With or without me, it will all go on
With or without you, this would all go on
And without you, I'll go on

And then, oh, yes, here comes the song again
And what's this? I think I'm finally cryin'
Thank God for cryin'
Thank God for cryin', for cryin'