Lyrics
I could never read between the lines
Too slow for that, too naive for that
I could never colo(u)r inside the lines
Too ecstatic for that and unyielding at last
If you wake me up to hear the news, someone must have made it through
If you wake me up to see the city, I guess we'll walk from A to B
I don't think I've ever been offered a line
Too uncool for that and I'm cool with that
If we ever cross paths on Franklin Avenue
Oh, please feel free, darling, to ignore me too
If you wake me up to hear the news, someone must have made it through
When I do run out of dreams to dream, I sure do hope they'll run repeats
If you wake me up, I swear I'll scream
Written by: Mary Page
