I Can See Mountains She's My Bobby Orr
So you were holding
A space by the window
A spot by the wall and I'm cold again
Maybe when we get back the two of us could stand
Under waterfalls drinking the pouring rain
Sharing simple thoughts in the light of day
Reading monologues as you wash them away
What are the chances that you'll drive me home?
It's too bad there are no back roads
To take us all the way home
Can we start a holiday
Quit our jobs and puff away
Arrested on your birthday
Every time Tom gets in over his head
He calls me every day over and over again
To get clean again, to see clear again
Maybe when we're older we can reconnect
Live out our new lives like Johnny Carson did
As you wash them away
What are the chances that you'll drive me home?
It's too bad there are no back roads
To take us all the way home
Can we start a holiday
Quit our jobs and puff away
Arrested on your birthday
There was a glare in the window staring back at me
You had a hitch in your smile and it said
Life doesn't mean much more than this
Life doesn't mean much more than this
There was a kink in your jacket that made me believe
That the life and the car ride was worth repeating
Life doesn't mean much more than this
Life doesn't mean much more than this
Slow motion, closed emotion, lets just sing
Life doesn't mean much more than this
Life doesn't mean much more than this
It was a long lost bliss that made me forget
That the other side of town never sees the grass
I'm always planting
What are the chances that you'll drive me home?
It's too bad there are no back roads
To take us all the way home
Can we start a holiday
Quit our jobs and puff away
Arrested on your birthday