Some days I count on you
To be my instinct
To pull me through
A lonely mile
I miss our seaside talks
Milkshakes in hand
Yours strawberry red

Will we always have to have our doubts
Hovering like the clouds
In the springtime
Will it always have to be this way
Can’t tell between the night and day
In the fall

There’s some days
I’m falling through
The cracks in my driveway
Before coming to you
But I stop at the freeway
I miss the easy way home
And the October smell
And the way that we felt

Are wе ever going to get it right
It’s nеver me that starts the fight
Okay I’m sorry
Every memory bitter sweet
I get jealous of the golden leafs
In the fall
Am I growing without knowing you
The mind takes over dreams get sober too

Will we always have to have our doubts
Hovering like the clouds in the springtime
Will it always have to be this way
Can’t tell between the night and day in the fall