Time no good Wisdom no good Patience no good To me any more
Now night has fallen on the stair Some things you do you can never repair Seems I'm always pretending Things aren't there when they are
And the leaves are nearly off the trees The traffic thick past yellow windows And I'm lost inside the frozen headlights Thinking of you
And the trees are looking like bones And the afternoon's filled with storm and rain I'm staring out of this metal train Thinking of you And the trees are looking like bones The afternoon filled with rain and storm And I'm tangled up in memory's thorns No way through
Trees like bones, yellow windows Memories thorns, oh and you