Letras:
Guster

In the backyard In the garden You were always there Digging down where roots would burrow underneath Now the grass is always overgrown And the weeds are

I'm awake, you're still sleeping The sun will rise like yesterday Everything that we are now Is everything we can't let go Or it's gone forever, far away

5 a.m., March 16 Jesus on the radio You took a photograph of me on your yellow bucket seat Its too high, its too wide You're so low you don't know To

You walked out when I asked you to stay As usual you will get your way You closed the door, stumbled down to the street Where you wring your hands and

Ramona, where have you been? I couldn't go to sleep till you came in Ramona, you're Miss Oklahoma And you miss Oklahoma I'll get you what you want 'Cause

The secrets that we keep, we say them in our sleep And wrestle down our souls if we would speak I watched you board a train in the London rain And waved

Shining like a work of art Hanging on a wall of stars Are you what I think you are? You're my satellite You're riding with me tonight Passenger side,

I built a time machine I'm going to see the homecoming queen Take her to the Christmas dance Maybe now I'll get in her pants, whatever Back with my high

I've come down with somethin' I'm frozen, tied up, cast in lead It's simple, so says the captain Face forward, move slow, forge ahead I'm earnin' a reputation