The Rolling Clouds

the summer was purring like a kitten

until the record needle starting skipping

i was squeaking through the screen door

in your kitchen

so do you want to go downtown with me stop by the library?

you rode by my side

on your dad's old ten speed

it felt like everything was finally perfect

we rode past the empty stores

the churches

but then i looked in your eyes

and they were anxious

and they were nervous

under all the rolling clouds

over all the fields that surround

this tiny town

later that night you started to cry

ran into the bathroom and locked yourself inside the bathroom

i wanted to knock down the door but instead i just leaned against the other side

sometimes it feels like i still don't know you

after all these years

after all the stupid stuff we've gone through

how many horror movies have we sat through

how many sour patch kids

how many two liters of mountain dew

i want to see you get through this

but it seems like nothing i say makes any difference

when i left your house that night i felt totally awful

and selfish

under all the rolling clouds

over all the fields that surround

and trap us in this tiny town

maybe i did the wrong thing

maybe i should have stayed

maybe you were gonna feel better, maybe

maybe nothing would have changed

most nights i just throw a movie in the vcr

and fall asleep on the couch and wake up tired

i try not to miss you

but i don't try very hard

i remember stopping by a long time ago

heard you inside playing piano

i sat down on the front step

and listened through the window

under all the rolling clouds

the blue breaking through

over all the fields that surround

this tiny town

under all the rolling clouds

the blue busting through

over all the fields that surround

this tiny town