| 2004

somebody's crying in the backyard
somebody just opened the wrong door
it's hard to swallow when the place you live
becomes unfamiliar

i know your face, you know my story
i talk to much, my head's too full
i don't know to just say "thank you"
and take my exit
i'm just not myself tonight...

up the stairs, hey - here i go
kiss the faces that i know
let the conversations melt
and cover me while i sleep

i'll see you all next time around
when i'm all wound up
instead of going down
upstairs with the comforts
that i keep

i hear the rumbling of the railroad
a little lullaby for little ol' me
i think tomorrow i will be okay
like i was yesterday
i'm just not myself tonight

sweet dreams...