Pretty Green

Right before I met you

Things were getting pretty green

I was on an upswing

Though I could hardly hear a thing

I was looking up, looking out

Well, it took me several mornings

With my throat in a mangled knot

Sounding out my virtues

And my vices and other thoughts

Struggling to remember

The most recent things that I forgot

While I was looking up, looking out

Looking up, looking out

When you're always on

You feel defeated

So you call yourself lost

In a foreign tongue

You could hear that singing

That wouldn't wait to be sung

When you could hear that singing

That won't wait to be sung

Carbon copy portraits

In a box that I was shufflin' through

Stuffed with paper memories

That are only partially true

Well, I've been gettin' a feelin'

About someone a lot like you

Looking up, looking out

Looking up, looking out

Witnessed classic meltdowns

And devastating rain

Hurried up for waiting

More times than I care to say

Well, it's clear to us now

It's starting to change

We're moving up moving out

Moving forward, moving out

When you're always on

You feel defeated

So you call yourself lost

In a foreign tongue

You could hear that singing

That wouldn't wait to be sung

Oh, you could hear that singing

That won't wait to be sung