Days of Speed lyrics

I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm
And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you

I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps start to meet
Then the craziness begins
An' like chalk and cheese, yeh we'll shoot the breeze
Yeh, headed up west in an open top deck
Oh trying to remember just what for

Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,

You do something to me - something deep inside
I’m hanging on the wire - with love I’ll never find
You do something wonderful - then chase it all away
Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again

Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change
I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame-
An’ feel real again.

You do something to me - somewhere deep inside

The sunny sand we ran along, every day began upon
The summer's kiss of love and adventure
And every dune that we fell into left a mark upon us too
Etched forever as a moment we'd remember, oh and we'd remember

The empty woods where we played, every hour of every day
The holidays went on forever
And in the woods was a soldier's tomb, the ghost of which looked over you

I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Dont let them get you down
Making you feel quilty about
golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now theres no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in

I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer

You do something to me - something deep inside
I’m hanging on the wire - with love I’ll never find
You do something wonderful - then chase it all away
Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again

Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change
I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame-
An’ feel real again.

You do something to me - somewhere deep inside

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Dont let them get you down
Making you feel quilty about
golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now theres no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in

I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm
And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you

I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps start to meet
Then the craziness begins
An' like chalk and cheese, yeh we'll shoot the breeze
Yeh, headed up west in an open top deck
Oh trying to remember just what for

The sunny sand we ran along, every day began upon
The summer's kiss of love and adventure
And every dune that we fell into left a mark upon us too
Etched forever as a moment we'd remember, oh and we'd remember

The empty woods where we played, every hour of every day
The holidays went on forever
And in the woods was a soldier's tomb, the ghost of which looked over you

Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,