Summer Windows

I wish that I could tell you

What I'm thinking about

Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

No one else around, except for you and me

Those summer windows open

Breathing deep

I wish that I could tell you

That I could use a hand

Oh, I wish that I could write it like Townes Van Zandt

Maybe you could be the bandit

I'll remain the fool

You can lead me up the mountain

I'll be a real good mule

Well, I'm slow in revealing

When I'm feeling far away

When I'm swimming in a memory

Lie all night awake

Just there digging for the feeling

Put another down

Oh, I'm paying in the morning

Head nailed to the ground

And I wish that I could tell you

What I'm thinking about

Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

No one else around, except for you and me

Those summer windows open

Breathing deep

If I'm remembering correctly

It was a long brown pew

Through the window of the diner

You were playing with your food

And the TV talked to no one

The ten o'clock news

They were panning over pictures

Of little boy's shoes

And my heart was sinking down down

To my dirty brown boots

And I pressed my face against the glass

Peered around the room

At all the brokenhearted people

In a great white tomb

And I wish that I could tell you

What I'm thinking about

Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

No one else around, except for you and me

Those summer windows open

Breathing deep

Those summer windows open

Breathing deep