Nothing Less - Mean Sea Level

There’s a point where this

Adds up to nothing less

Then coming home late

So bring your books to your bed

Leave the world for what it is

And I’ll do the same

There’s a smell of old smoke around

A bite to the sound

Pockets of children

In the backyards of neighbors

And cup of old coffee

In the room where you’re trying to read

I was there when you changed

Left school in early may

And in the yard outside my house

You came back to tell me how

There’s a push and a pull in you

And I know, ‘cause I’ve been there too

So hold on to something

Burn up to nothing

Just breathe, and let’s see what just being will bring

And it’s everywhere

It’s everywhere

There’s a point where this

Adds up to nothing less