Talk of the Town

I wanna be where the talk of the town

is about last night when the sun went down.

Yeah, and the trees all dance

and the warm wind blows in the same old sound.

And the water below gives a gift to the sky

and the clouds give back every time they cry,

make the grass grow green beneath my toes.

And if the sun comes out, 

I'll paint a picture all about

the colors I've been dreaming of,

the hours just don't seem enough

to put it all together.

Maybe it's as strange as it seems.

And the trouble I find is that the trouble finds me.

It's a part of my mind, it begins with a dream

and a feeling I get when I look and I see

that this world is a puzzle, find all of the pieces

and put it all together and then I'll rearrange it.

I'll follow it forever 

and always be as strange as it seems.

Nobody ever told me not to try,

not to try.

Oh, let's try.

Oh, let's try.

And the water below gives a gift to the sky

and the clouds give back every time they cry,

make the grass grow green beneath my toes.

And if the sun comes out, 

I'll paint a picture all about

the colors I've been dreaming of,

the hours just don't seem enough

to put it all together.

Always be as strange as it seems. 

I sing...