Sometimes what it is it's like I'm yelling down a well for you
I know you'll never say you do
You do, you do, you do
And ancient trees are standing silent, holding all their breath for you
I guess I'd rather know you do
Than never hear from you
Every answer's clothed in layers of disguise
Oh it scares me that I cannot see your eyes
I am living in a house with all the blinds raised
Watching you look through the windows from outside
Sometimes what it is it's like I'm running down the road for you
White cars are chasing into blue
You do, you do, you do
And everything I ever loved and all the words I thought I knew
This road is wearing out my shoes
The soles are peeking through
All your old ideas have vanished in the light
I heard the sound of them escaping in the night
You were looking out for someone you could turn to
Someone else to tell you what you think is right
Who do you think I am to tell you where you stand?