I can’t imagine all the people that you know and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low.
And I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen, but I’m slipping in between you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams.
Then you tell me that it’s over.
Wake up lying in a patch of four-leaf clover…
And you’re restless.
And I’m naked.
You gotta get out.
You can’t stand to see me shakin.’
Would you let me go?
I didn’t think so.
And you don’t wanna be here in the future so you say the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past.
And you don’t wanna look much closer, ‘cause you’re afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed.
And it did…
Because of me…