Another Sunday afternoon, nothing much to do   Sit and try and make some sense of what I think I think about you   Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn   First snow melting outside on the lawn      Scattered bits of yesterday with melancholy flecks of gray   Creeping back to show me I was wrong   A heart full of what's hard to say, I let that skipping record play   Far too long      Fall   Still we're shot down by the lights of it all   Fly   Up above all that still steals the lights from your carnival eyes      You once smiled and said to me don't stay awake too long   Some kind of affirmation knowing you were truly wrong   Some kind of happiness in things we never see   Know we are not half as smart as we pretend to be      Well, you were right, I have pretended to be me   And now these jaded eyes can barely see   Where is this going anyway?   It's always hard to say   Hard to say