A bird flies out and over the rooftops
Down past the cars in my line of view
It's a strange beginning
Comic and awkward grace
In a picture on the table
I'm in the red dress waiting for a reason
I'm holding the tightly packed suitcase
Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you
Maybe I want to love my
Dream that'll never come true and
Someone who is real oh gets in the way
And moves inside my heart not just my head
Interfering with how I want to feel
How do I want to feel
How do I want to feel I wonder
You could be water to me I might be wine
The stars have all faded here
They give us no sign
Is this the right time
The smoke curls up and ribbons the air
Away from my nervous fingers
The cigarette sputters a tired reluctant burn
In a picture on the table
You are a driver peering past the moment
Holding the wheel until it turns
Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you
Maybe I want to love my
Dream that'll never come true and
Someone who is real oh gets in the way
And moves inside my heart not just my head
Interfering with how I want to feel
How do I want to feel How
Do I want to feel I wonder
Do we want to feel
Do we want to feel I wonder
I wonder