groucho's making so many faces
"are we there yet?" my thoughts are wasted
what exactly were you thinking on that day?
the timing is always wrong
angel, I thought you'd heard this song
before I'd left out of my mind this morning
groucho's taking so much of my time
another call home and I'll be fine
were you saying that it was making everything worse?
the timing is always wrong
angel I thought you'd felt our song
before I'd left into my mind this morning
far away, so far away from home
better days await another long ride home
I need to see you when you say "forget me nots" on the long ride home
what exactly were you thinking?