Going up, coming down Having a look around Well, the drugs didn't show me Who I am, or Who you are, or Where I'm going And I'm not Charlie Brown When I got to where you live It was a colorful expression of The hate that people give Which I guess you never knew Which I can't just say to you When I'm where you live When I'm where you live When I'm where you live A cloudy day I can't forgive The trees are like string And there's weird stripes on everything And I find it difficult, impossible to ever really Be satisfied When I'm where you live When I'm where you live When I'm where you live A cloudy day I can't forgive When I'm where you live When I'm where you live When I'm where you live A cloudy day I can't forgive