Memory Dump

I keep ending up back on Cypress Avenue

With the walls bleeding music and the guys trying to cruise

But when my memory hits the wind chime

It sounds just like leaving one morning at a time

Anything that you want, I could lasso the moon

Pick me up at the airport, drop me off too soon

But our minutes fell in half

The space was filled with reusable bags

And suddenly, there was no you or me

Suddenly

I keep ending up back on Cypress Avenue

With the walls bleeding music and the guys trying to cruise

But when my memory hits the wind chime

It sounds just like leaving one morning at a time

And if there's one thing

I could tell you and I when it began

It would be to find a better band

To play our wind, here at the end

Now all I can say is there isn't a wind chime

That can play us for anything

I bet they think, that the air out in Shanghai

Sounds the same as us laughing! 

But I know this breeze,

We put so much in it it has to stay around

There isn't a wind chime, so I'll take a walk

And I'll let it all fall on me