Throughout the day,
the blue skies make perfect sense,
but when I lay down to sleep,
the world won't stop spinning.

I wish I had some brain windshield wipers,
to clear foggy late night thoughts,
Make a path through the clearing.

You aren't the only one I see,
It's not supposed to be you and me.
You still pull at my heart,
Even though these are broken strings.

Throughout the day,
the blue skies make perfect sense,
but when I lay down to sleep,
the world won't stop spinning.

This hurricane is preaching,
Nothing more than words that will never be said.
I watched for you out the window,
but rain came instead.

Looking through the clouds,
Sun guiding,
I let go of your hand.
I let my arms up in the air, and embraced it.

Throughout the day,
the blue skies make perfect sense,
but when I lay down to sleep,
the world won't stop spinning.

The world won't stop spinning, spinning, spinning.