There’s a point where this
Adds up to nothing less
Then coming home late
So bring your books to your bed
Leave the world for what it is And I’ll do the same
There’s a smell of old smoke around
A bite to the sound
Pockets of children
In the backyards of neighbors
And cup of old coffee
In the room where you’re trying to read
I was there when you changed
Left school in early may
And in the yard outside my house
You came back to tell me how
There’s a push and a pull in you
And I know, ‘cause I’ve been there too
So hold on to something
Burn up to nothing
Just breathe, and let’s see what just being will bring
And it’s everywhere
It’s everywhere
There’s a point where this
Adds up to nothing less