Small Things

Oh, my mind I walk down Mayflower Road again The wailing sun Echoes from the park, seems so absurd The bus takes hours I knew it would, but I can't shake the sting Can't spend my time on everybody else If buildings fell at least we'd be in matrimony I can't control the words kaleidoscope inside my head Has the world gone mad or is it me? All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me Is it all so very bad? I can't see All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me Saw the police Screaming something trivial like, "Keep the peace" The world moves on and you can't shake the sound I know she's home Waiting on somebody loathe in light All in my mind The anvil and the weight upon my back Has the world gone mad or is it me? All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me Is it all so very bad? I can't see All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me And I can't see, my love Has the world gone mad or is it me? All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me Is it all so very bad? I can't see All these small things they gather 'round me, gather 'round me And I can't see, my love And I can't see, my love