Time no good

Wisdom no good

Patience no good

To me any more

Now night has fallen on the stair

Some things you do you can never repair

Seems I'm always pretending

Things aren't there when they are

And the leaves are nearly off the trees

The traffic thick past yellow windows

And I'm lost inside the frozen headlights

Thinking of you

And the trees are looking like bones

And the afternoon's filled with storm and rain

I'm staring out of this metal train

Thinking of you

And the trees are looking like bones

The afternoon filled with rain and storm

And I'm tangled up in memory's thorns

No way through

Trees like bones, yellow windows

Memories thorns, oh and you