High Up On the Hook

Oooh

Can I stop my hobo wandering days, now?

I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

I seem to notice more and more every day, now

You got my heartstrings breathing so right

I hang my coat high up on the hook now

I'll put my gloves down on the side

And I know that they will still be there when

I get those feelings need to run and go hide

I'm getting lost in with you every day, now

Or just sitting quietly side by side

Climbing towers and gtting mystery trains, now

Making tea and settling down

Kites, ice creams, jumping jumping trampolines, now

Waking up and I'll tell you last night's dream

Seeing things that no one else has, seen now

You're pulling on my heart of silk and strings

Can I stop my hobo wandering days, now?

I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

I seem to notice more and more every day, now

You got my heartstrings breathing so right

I hang my coat high up on the hook now

I'll put my gloves down on the side

And I know that they will still be there when

I get those feelings need to run and go hide

Ohhh