Breezing Bye
Looking out and seeing in
Is hardly for a show
Let me tell ya, there are things
That I don’t want to know
Finding out a secret held
That’s better left alone
Is nothing like just knowing
Who is calling on the phone
Luckily there are a few
Who understand me well
And never make me feel as if
My soul belongs in hell
This is written for the ones
Who sort of blew away
For now I sit and wonder why
I wanted them to stay.
