slowly is everything moving by
but i don't mind
no i don't mind
i think maybe i like
being the one who's left behind
after all this time
i still don't know why
i still don't know why
i still don't know why
she's flown a thousand miles
for every one i've walked
and told a thousand stories
for every word that i've talked
and she'll fly thousands more
for me... ...for me
and she'll tell thousands more for me...
our story here now.
it's raining [it don't ever stop]
and everything's a story
yeah everything's a story
we met along the border
she took my hand in hers
and we walked back home and lay for awhile,
talked about her trip here;
smoked a joint and fooled around
yeah we listened to some jazz
got a little too fucked up
for our own good
and when it all came apart;
clothes strewn off, walls were down...
yeah, slowly
is everything going by
but i, i don't mind
no i don't mind...
our story here, now...