Leafy Outlook

Well, here I am on Pinehill Avenue
I didn't think I'd still be livin' here at this age
I didn't mean to pick a fight with you
I get so angry, sometimes, I am ashamed

Oh, no, here we go
The afternoon show
The whole family's takin' strain
Oh, time tickin' away
Hair goin' grey
Like water down the drain

So
We agree
We'll try and do things differently
See through the glass
It happens so fast
It's all a blur
I can't make it last
Bring it to life
But can't keep it still
Or keep it in focus
Maybe you will
Still, I don't know
Whether I should
Walk in the wind
Or carve in the wood
I know I should move
But still I can't provе
The movement is good

Wеll, here I am on Pinehill Avenue (yeah yeah yeah)
I've never had a better reason not to leave
Plans out the window, but that's nothin' new
Might be a sentence, it's also a reprieve

[vocal interlude]

[incomprehensible speaking]

See through the glass
It happens so fast
It's all a blur
I can't make it last
Bring it to life
But can't get it still
Or keep it in focus
Well, maybe you will