Lyric

Sunday paper on the porch

Lemon light on sleepy cars

Someone hums a half-known tune

Afternoon forgets the stars

Silver spoons and paper crowns

Laughing shadows on the wall

Every word is almost said

But never really said at all

La la la, the clock slows down

Shoelaces and carousel dreams

Nothing’s wrong and nothing’s true

Just the way it sometimes seems

Window signs and passing trains

Postcards fading in a drawer

Everywhere we almost went

Feels like we’ve been there before

Raindrops practicing their lines

For a play that won’t begin

All the answers wave hello

As they’re quietly leaving again

La la la, the clock slows down

Paper moons and tangerine scenes

Nothing’s lost and nothing’s new

Just the way it sometimes seems

If you ask me where we’re going

I’ll just smile and take my time

Following the sound of bells

That only ring inside the rhyme