I asked my lover
For the weekend, once
To rediscover sky
And he said he’d discovered it
Already in my eyes
And that was nice
Except my eyes are brown
It doesn’t get much better in this town
I think you’ll find

I asked for better weather
From the Father
For a sunny sky
And he said I could make a better
Sunshine in my mind
And that was nice
He never showed me how
But it doesn’t get much better in this town
I think you’ll find

You go yours, and I'll go mine
Takeaway, and ticking time
Should have known you wouldn't find me here
Another day, another sign
Once upon another rhyme
I don't mind the quiet, but I'd like to, dear
I'd like to, dear

I asked my mother
For the answers, once
I asked my mother why
And she said that she didn’t know
And not to make her cry
There’s no advice
You can’t go back around
And it doesn’t get much better in this town
I think you’ll find