Lonely Flights

(hummmmm) There is a bicycle

left in the drive

Rusty chain

and the grass growing high

Dinner is warm

but the kitchen is cold

Learning to carry

the weight on your own

Oh, the quietest room in the back of the house

Where the thoughts in your head are the only sound

Waiting for someone to knock on the door

But it is only

the wind on the floor (ahhhh)

Drawing a map

on the bedroom wall

Places you'll go

when you grow up tall

But tonight the ceiling

is vast as the sky

Counting the cars

as they're passing you by

And the shadows

are long on the lawn

Waiting for dawn to arrive

(please

hold on) Oh, the quietest room in the back of the house

Where the thoughts in your head are the only sound

Waiting for someone to knock on the door

But it is only

the wind on the floor

Only the wind... (hummmm)