Lay on the floor   It's nice to end the day   And things are alright   It's only that thought, it gets in the way   And is she gonna go? Or is she gonna stay?   Gonna stay here with me.   And I am often confused   By the order of the things that I do   It's just an easy way to lose   Beauty, stillness, and truth.   And it was grey outside   It'd been gray for days   And it makes a day long and dry   When it's grey with no rain   Grey with no rain.   You know that I am often confused   By the order of the things that I do   It's just an easy way to lose   Beauty, stillness, and truth.   And I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to   I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true   I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to   I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true