How could it be?
Friday, June 6
The sun and stars and everything, everything
and I'm 9 to 5, 6 to 4, or, yes, outside the wall
knowing everything, watching and waiting, born into captivity
I set the stars free
Watch them, on a string
I could, I'm capable
Stirring, and such
It's a small day to be alive
And without a small hand to hold
and I'm 9 to 5, 6 to 4, or, yes, outside the wall
knowing everything, watching and waiting, born into captivity
I set the stars free
Watch them, on a string
I could, I'm capable
Stirring, and such
It's a small day to be alive
And without a small hand to hold
