If I try
I may see your mind
But tonight
All that I can find is
A wish for shades of adopted grace
Things that remind me of better days
And I don't know
Don't know why
I don't know why
And I don't know why
She's got me chasing paper
She's got me clutching pencils
She's got me writing letters
Windmills are together
Make up her name
Making it up so you'll leave my brain
Teaching me a lesson so
I don't go there again
I remember
And I don't know why
She's got me chasing paper
And i wrack my mind
'Til it brings me temper
Maybe someday, I'll be with you girl
Someday, i'll try to be good
Maybe someday, i'll be with you girl