Sitting watching paint dry Got nothing better to do Than sit and wonder why The sky can't always be this blue I know the days are going by But I just can't be bothered to move The day the pigs all up and fly Is the day I'll leave this god-forsaken room Sitting staring at the sky Wondering why it got so grey And then I start to question why I ever thought I needed blue skies every day I know the grass might not be dry At least the mist will keep the little bugs away And if I have to go outside I'll take grey skies over blue paint any day Sitting watching grass grow Wondering how to spend my time There's gotta be someplace to go Where I can finally win the race against my mind I'm not looking for the snow I just need another mountain to climb I fear I might just turn to stone Trying to figure out how everyone is fine Sitting watching wind blow Seems to find its way somehow Time is moving real slow I fear I'm stuck right here and now And if the mountain's got no snow Then at least I'll have my head up in the clouds How I'll get down I do not know But I'm sure the paint inside is dry by now