Lyrics

I'm walking home,
The same as you,
But I don't see the street,
And I don't see the trees,
I don't hear that basketball bounce in the park,
I don't notice that it is getting dark.
I don't see the moon,
I don't see the moon,
I don't see the moon,
I don't see the moon.
Cause all before it,
More questions, different kinds,
I could trust I'm following the road,
And don't know why,
A little twitch in my eye,
I've gotten used to,
Something to hold lightly,
Something to send off, baby,
Something to let be,
Not wrestle.
I don't see the moon, (I notice the feeling in the house)
I don't see the moon, (I notice the feeling in the house)
I don't see the moon,
I don't see the moon. (I notice the feeling in the house)
Written by: Chris Harris, Joseph Shabason, Nicholas Krgovich
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