Somedays I count on you
To be my instinct
To pull me through
A lonely mile
I miss our seaside talks
Milk shakes in hand
Your strawberry red
Will we always have to have our doubts
Hovering like the clouds in the springtime
Will it always have to be this way
Can＇t tell between the night and day in the fall
There＇s some days
I＇m falling through
The cracks in my driveway
Before coming to you
But Istop at the freeway
I miss the easy way home
And the October smell
And the way that we felt
Are we ever going to get it right
It＇s never me that starts the fight
Okay I＇m sorry
Every memory bitter sweet
I get jealous of the golden leafs in the fall
Am I growing without knowing you
The mind takes over dreams get sober too
Will we always have to have our doubts
Hovering like the clouds in the springtime
Will it always have to be this way
Can＇t tell between the night and day in the fall