Lyrics:

As Pretty As A Song
a Song Could Ever Be
like Christmas On A River
without A Boat Or Christmas Tree
this Afternoon With You Was Something Like A Letter
the Kind That Someone Writes But Never Sends
and When You Look At Me Like That
i Know Someday It's Gonna End
and When You Get Old
i Bet You Miss Your Friends

as Angry As A Breeze
tugging Hard Upon The Sails
i Been Moving Through These Streets Forever
from Baltimore To Amsterdam
these Things Inside Me They Repeat Like Broken Records
spinning Pretty Somethings Behind My Eyes
and When I Can't Look At You
i Can Paint Your Picture Perfectly In My Mind
and When I Get Old
i'm Gonna Miss You All The Time

that Wind Up In The Trees
scattering Bluebirds All Over The Place
shuffling Children In The Piles Of Leaves
i Wish I Was The Wind, I'd Touch Your Face
this Afternoon With You Was Something Like A Letter
the Kind That Someone Writes But Never Sends
and When You're Good To Me
it Makes Me Blue Cause Someday It's Gonna End
and When We Pass On
i Bet You Miss Your Friends
bet You Miss Your Friends
i Bet You Miss Your Friends