sábado, agosto 30, 2008


here i am again
singing the same old tune
holding everything as close as i can to you
if love is anywhere
mine still belongs with you
but I’m holding it in my hand

she lays her head
upon your shoulder
but all i see is the way that you hold her
you live in your house
with a beautiful view
and i live in an your apple tree

i am a songbird
singing out your window
telling stories in the shade
and i can’t fly away
i can’t fly away