CHORUS Time no good wisdom no good patience no good to me anymore
Now the night had fallen on the stair some things you do you can never repair seems I'm always pretending things aren't there when they are
And the leaves are nearly off the trees and the traffic thick past yellow windows I'm waiting in the frozen headlights thinking of you
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And the trees are looking like bones and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain I'm staring out of this metal train thinking of you and the tress are looking like bones the afternoon filled with rain and storm and I'm tangles up in memory's thorns no way through
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Trees like bones, yellow windows memories, thorns, oh and you