I Know A Girl Who Cries When

Sometimes I Daydream About Having A Farm And A Wife And Some Babies And Watching The Grass Grow, But You Have To Meet The Right Person For That.

I Started To Sink Like The Moon Tends To Do If You Stare At It Too Long Then You Blink And It's Gone.

Now I Believe That Lovers Should Be Draped In Flowers And Laid Entwined Together On A Bed Of Clover And Left There To Sleep, Left There To Dream Of Their Happiness.

In A Way, To Have Whatever People Talk About As "crossover Success," I Think It Means You Start Making Bad Music. I Mean, When I'm Flipping Through The Channels And See The Vmas Or Something, I Don't Really See Any Music There.

For A Sunrise Or A Sunset, You're Manic Or You're Depressed. Will You Ever Feel Ok?