You play the records that make me fall into a daze And we play groundies the cello asleep in it's case We talk of centaurs we talk of these girls just the same And though we're talking we're really just walking the day It's the same to me You say you're careful you say you got rocks in your knees A dandelion a slingshot you breathe and you wheeze We got a map and a compass and grass on your sleeve It's not the troubles that plague us but lives that you lead It's the same to me With your shoes of leather your shoes were weathered We float on whether we hope for better We hope for nothing, we hope for something We hope we hope we hope And I Wanted to tell you That life ain't made of our homes But all the roads left in between us And all the stories we'd left that we'd known You boil feelings for cast iron kettles and leaves You whittle birch trees for toothpicks that hang from your teeth You Swipe the diamonds and hide them in eyes that we see It's not the troubles that plague us but lives that we lead And I wanted to tell you And I wanted to tell you And I wanted to tell you And I wanted to tell you That all the roads left in between us And all the stories left that we'd known Haven't gone away