The Things That Everybody Does

Everybody told me

This is who you have to be.

With my hands in my pockets deep as they'd go

I walked home and packed up my cases to leave.

I searched all over the country.

I went down to the sea.

I talked a lot with the sun and sky.

I didn't talk with anyone else really.

There are the things that everybody does.

I was wondering what was all the fuss.

I couldn't tell exactly why it was

Till there was you.

You found me up in attic

Singing down to leaves.

You caught me reading love letters aloud

To horses and children to stars and to trees.

There are the things that everybody does.

I was wondering what was all the fuss.

I never knew exactly what it was

Till there was you.

But a mountain is still a mountain.

A mountain goes to the sea

No matter what I'd like to pretend

No matter what I'd like it to be.

You know I don't have to stay here.

I could fly off and leave

On the wings from a unicorn's breast

With my typewriter strapped with diamonds to my chest

But how could I go with breakfast not over yet?

These are the things that everybody does.

I was wondering what was all the fuss

But what a lovely morning that it was

When there was you.