Sometimes I feel like a snowstorm in the middle of June I can't make up my mind About making up my mind about what to do Everything's too loud It's like twenty years echo in my head With all the things I could say And everything that I've already said But everything's alright If I could just sit back And count all of the things that make us tick Like the freckles I trace on your arms The light that crawls up the walls in the early afternoon And how you like liking me And how I love liking you And everything's alright It's alright