Sunny day I'm moving out and all my dreams are leaving me
I'm always thinking I should run when all these leaves are fleeting slowly

Things I should be doing, places I could be viewing
I'm wondering all the time if there's a secret I'm not using
To drive by my own design

I'm wondering all the time

Your mother's vacant from the room but all her words are poking through
You're staining bricks out on the roof with every secret living proof

Socks abandoning the shoes, makes it hard to choose what to lean on
So you bake in the truth while the odds examine you

While the odds examine you

I'm wondering all the time