I've been in this grass here
for the last ten hours
my clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
How does it happen
does it fly through the air
oh I gave up asking days away
I gave up asking
days away
And now I'm lying here waithing for the sound of thunder
waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am I'm a dotted line
cut the corners stick me to your door
I'm the man who stepped off the path
And I just lie here
it's what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing
but I still feel the land
leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spin so fast
that I might fly off
the world spin so fast
that I might off
the world spin so fast
I might fly off
Waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for te sound of thunder...
