The Way

On the park bench, in the cold

Well I told you so

It's not the way to go I know

Even if you're 21, you need to see the sun

You can't live within yourself

On the station, in the snow

Well on the streets you row

In a boat made of your dreams, it seems

Concrete clouds roll by

Splash water in my eye

Trees will seize me

What you gonna do there?

Oh

Holding my head, go to bed

My mother said

She's not the way to go I know