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