Wishful Thinking

Why does blood turn brown when it dries

Why do the tears well up in your eyes

Why didn't I learn to ride my bike

When it was warm and sunny outside

Why can't little kids tie their shoes

Why can't the white people play the blues

Why can't I fall in love with you

It must be because of the seasons

When the leaves start falling from the trees

When the birds start flirting with the bees

When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West;

Maybe you'll be the one that I like best

Clouds start forming I can't complain

'Cause I think we might be in need of some rain

When it starts pouring

Don't hide away without me

I bought an umbrella big enough for two

But it feels pretty empty under here without you

Dry as a bone but I'm still alone

I'm so grey

When you're standing in a puddle with wet feet;

And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet

When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test

Maybe I'll be the one that you like best

When the leaves start falling from the trees

When the birds start flirting with the bees

When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West;

Maybe you'll be the one that I like best

If the sky can open its eyes

And cry from up above

Let's shed some tears of joy

And fall in love