I'm not well-read
Instead I spend my time
Dreaming out the window
I've nothing interesting to say to you
I weigh the days by all my yesterdays
Fading in the rear view
Like all the tired towns I'm passing through
But if I were a painter
I'd spend all my time
Painting you
I can't recall at all
A time when I
Was sure of what I wanted
So many plans with zero follow-through
And all my worn-out hopes like paper boats
Trickled down the storm drain
Into another world beyond my view
But if I were a river...
I'd run my wayward waters home to you
Oooh
I'm not well read
Instead I spend my time
Dreaming out the window
I have no sage advice to offer you
I only know what is and life makes no assurances but ending
A moment come and gone out of the blue
But if I were the architect of time
I'd stop the setting sun right in the sky
For you
Ooooh