Blank staring at an empty page
Wishing I could say what I wanted to say
Cat's got my tongue
Lion's got my eyes
My feet are planted both hands are tied
We used to sit around with our knees in our T-shirts
Just messing around and nobody got hurt
But now it seems those days are gone
Its all so serious
They put some kind of fear in us
So can you point me to the nearest tire swing
Or tell me where I might find a paper tree
I'm in need of a good memory or two
How about you
Streetlights are coming through the window
Sitting up in bed shadow puppets on the walls
Listening for footsteps coming down the hall
When the innocence stood all of four feet tall
We never thought the rain would fall
So can you point me to the nearest tire swing
Or tell me where I might find a paper tree
I'm in need of a good memory or two
How about you
She saved every newspaper and stacked them edge to edge
Kept all the daily's said that Sunday was the best
With just that thin black and white she could make three or four
What I wouldn't give for her to make just one more