John's Field - Melissa Ferrick

Time seems slow when I’m sittin' around at home

Waitin' for this winter to lift

So I feel my way around my half-lit house

At dawn, 'cause I haven’t gone to bed yet

And then, oh, no!

Here comes a song again

And what’s this?

I think I might be cryin'

And I know this is not about fear or fault;

It’s just my need to be clear

So would you make way, everybody?

It finally looks like I’m movin' out of here

In my dreams, I’m flyin' over still-life scenes

I’ve been eatin' strawberries in John’s field

And I wake up wearin' brand-new shoes

And then, oh, no!

Here it comes, the song again

And what’s this?

I think I might be cryin'

I might be cryin'

If life is just a series of fallin' down and gettin' back up

Don’t forget, everybody, to wear your seat belts

'Cause I’ve been speedin' around this unknown known

And sometimes I forget, too:

Life is just a metronome

With or without me, it would all go on

With or without you, this would all go on

And without you, I’m gonna go on

I’m gonna go on

And then, oh, yes!

here it comes: a song again

And what’s this?

I think I’m finally, finally cryin'

Thank all the gods for cryin'