Trouble’s they’re gone like the rains
washed over the world that I’m in.
Tears could run down a face
but I live in the wind.
Puddle in my footstep.
I wander thinking by my control.
Over there’s the day of people
is not all I know, not all I know,
not all I know.
I’m telling you I’m liking your ways.
Lately they’ve been making me tall.
I been watching you close now for days
with your spills and all
of the sky it has changed.
The water rolls by twice as slow.
Over there’s the day of people
is not all I know, not all I know,
not all I know.
Don’t turn the page. Don’t turn around.
Don’t turn and leave. Don’t turn it down.
Don’t turn your eyes to be found.
I’m telling you I’m liking your town.
I’m telling you I’m liking your world.
I’m telling you it’s not like mine
but where are the words?
What do they mean to hear?
What do they mean to show?
Over there’s the day of people
is not all I know, not all I know,
not all I know.