The Ceiling

Wood burnin' up on the hill

Cedar drawer full of pills, and it's quiet

Like snow through the tree

And I did what I did

And I didn't mean anything

Where you come from and where you go

Who you talk to and who you know

When you're lying in fields of green

Well I did what I did

And I didn’t mean anything

The sunrise, dry eyes, red morning

Smoke stacks, old hats, I'm still learning

I don't know how I got this far down

Where's the ceiling?

Her eyes are wide open right out of her head

'Cause she's cleared of a crime that she could not commit

Well I did what I did

And I’d do it all over again

I remember everything

Little girl learning to sing 'cause she's crying all over me

Well I did what I did, and I didn't mean anything

Her eyes are wide open right out of her head

'Cause she's cleared of a crime that she could not commit

Well I did what I did

And I’d do it all over again

We should be easy