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 'cept for you and me Oh, 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 can be the bandit I'll remain the fool You can leave me up the mountain I'll be a real good view Well, I'm slow and revealing When I'm feeling far away When I'm swimming in the memory Lying all night awake Just to dig in 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 'cept for you and me Oh, summer windows open Breathing deep If I'm remembering correctly, it was a long brown pew Through the window in a diner, you were playing with your food And the TV talked to no one The ten o'clock news They were panning over pictures A 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 broken-hearted 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 'cept for you and me Oh, summer windows open Breathing deep Oh, summer windows open Breathing deep