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...