Foothills

I know why I go to work

And I know sometimes I'm a jerk

But I can't tell you why I'm in love

I'll take lunch with my co-workers

But after work, I just go berserkers

Yet, I can't tell them why I'm in love

Sundays and Saturdays

Sitting in the park, or in the dark, or at the beach

In the foothills, my thoughts, they keep straying out of reach

Say it's left or say it's right

Say it's day or say it's night

Still, I can't tell you why I'm in love

I wake up and then I jerk

My brain awake, but it won't work

Well enough to say why I'm in love

So I get up and then I jerk

And then I get up, and then I go to work

But I can't say why I'm in love

Holidays are happy days

Sitting in the park or in the dark or at the beach

In the foothills, my thoughts, they keep staying out of reach

Say it's wrong or say it's right

Say we may or say we might

Still, I can't tell you why I'm in love

I know I will feel the hurt

And I know that it doesn't hurt

And I know you know that I'm in love

I get up and I go to work

I can say my boss is a jerk

But I can't tell you why I'm in love