When You Write A Song,

If I Loved You, Well That's My Fault

My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And The Spinning Never Stops.

And In The Morning When The Sun Rise. Look In The Water, See The Blue Sky. As If Heaven Has Been Laid There At Our Feet.

Cause I Swear That I'm Dying, Slowly But Its Happening.

There's A Major Underlying Idea As You Grow Up That You Need To Just Save Your Money And Get That Affordable Housing At The Edge Of Town Where You're Away From The City Where All The Crime Happens Or Whatever.