From "and then the training takes over..."
In between the days
When you're counting fingers
And counting grays
You'll try, you will
And you might get hurt
Plug up your ears, kid
Spoiler alert:
You might, yeah you will
But when the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Just tell the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
There are those who will
Tell you there's no such thing as a two dollar bill
But they're wrong
There is, there is, there is
And yours will touch their minds
Throw your two cents a hundred times
And channel every song
There is, there is, there is
But when the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Just tell the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm just standing by
I'm just afraid that I'm just too camera shy
When the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Tell all the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
(Lauren London - vocals
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Jeff Kutcher and Meesh - additional production)
Copyright 2008 Zach London