Unlucky

first met my girlfriend in the park one April day
she was sitting underneath my favorite tree
I had to say "you can't sit there"
She laughed at me you know I couldn't help but like her
told her so
and then I guess I must've closed my eyes and kissed her
looked again
still there

How did she get here?
Why today appear?
How can she be here?

Minutes stretched to days to months
we never left that spot
I swear they had to mow around us
carved our names into the tree and pledged that we'd be there

One day we're talking
suddenly she's got to play a game of hide and seek
I close my eyes and count to ten
look again
she's gone

Someone tell me please
how long must I wait for her to be a good friend to her now?
I can only count so high; the numbers just run out
but I won't stop until they do
(one million and one...one million and two...etc.)

Looked high and low, looked all around but couldn't find her
climbed a tree--nothing to see but people looking at me funny
called her name

I swear I spent the next three years just trying to find her
thought I saw her once or twice but I'm not sure
one thing I know though:
when she goes
she's gone

How can I be there
when I can't find her anywhere?
How can I be
unless she is
why should I be
there.

There's a box under his bed
that he never opens up
but tonight he pulls it out
cause he's come to look for
evidence of what he fears:
senseless tears
wasted years
he pulls some relics out
studies each and every one
he reads between the lines
one more time before he
breaks the spell that held him down
those sentences that
sentenced him

Does nothing last?
The setting sun becomes a sinking ship;
chained to the helm

I'm no king and I'm no leader
I'm not like Paul but a lot like Peter
I've denied my friends and denied my wife
I know my purpose, I know my rights
As a human, as a friend, as a lover, as a man
I'm a believer and I know what I believe
I'm a believer and I wear it on my sleeve
I'm a believer and I'm climbing up this tree
I'm a believer and the world's looking at me

When I was three I had no worry
My goals were small I wasn't in a hurry
To please the masses or fill a role
To gain the world or lose my soul
I'm a human, I'm a friend, I'm a lover, I'm a man
I'm a believer and I know what I believe
I'm a good bleeder and I know when I should bleed
I'm a reciever and I give what I recieve
I'm a believer and I'm stuck up in this tree

When I was three I thought the world revolved around me,
I was wrong and so I sing
As a human, as a friend, as a lover, as a man
I'm a believer and I know what I believe
You're a bandito and you wear it on your sleeve
You're incognito and you need no help from me
I'm a believer but I wish that I was three years old again

When they stare out at the stars
like satellites we'll always be there
I am the sun, you are the moon
we are the hope they'll always see there

It's true
I burn for you
this time each day
we meet this way
to share the things we've got to say

When they go to sleep at night
like reveries we'll always be there
Our souls entwine
and share the dream
we both believe
we can fly anywhere

It's true
I burn for you
this time each day
we sleep this way
to share the things we've got to say

I'm tired of living in your constellation
Most of your friends, they still don't know my name
I've never been good at orbiting
And everything you say is Greek to me
So why don't I blow the lid off this can of worms?
I think there might be a prize at the bottom
It's a Cracker Jack deal
I'll be free and you'll be rid of me
Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
And when my day comes crashing down
At 3 a.m., without a sound
You're fast asleep...but I'm dying.

You're making me laugh
But I don't want to laugh anymore
People laugh when they don't really know the score
And laughing is just one step away
From crying...and I don't want to do that today
A bit of a piece of a fragment of you is enough
I can file it away with the last six months
In a tattered envelope
Stuck away in a book that I never read
Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
And when my day comes crashing down
At 3 a.m., without a sound
You're fast asleep...but I'm dying.

I had a dream last night 'bout an angel
She was laughing at me, but so sweetly
Then she kicked me out the door
I fell out of bed and now my ribs are sore
Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
And when my day comes crashing down
At 3 a.m., without a sound
You're fast asleep, but I'm dying
You're doing fine, but I'm dying.