Library Magic

Drawn to the sorta library magic Whispering through the dusty aisles Watching all the thinkers read Trying to keep a grown man quiet's like Pulling teeth on a winter's eve Cracks and poles and unfamiliar roads I'm on this one to find out As you'd guess, some brother's arrest Can stay up here in the cloud of eyes Listening to my every move Just trying to survive Self-imposed adventure that selfishness drives I can barely keep my head above the blue Tryna keep it off me and you But I can see the sunshine's rays gleaming through the clear water Telling me what happened 'fore this chapter's arrived There will always be better days There will always be better days Making music is what we do Tryna weave the patterns for me and you Tryna make the grasses green and the grown man cry With the knife is where I bleed Tangled up in a funnel's wind Tryna come out walking Understand it's beyond me talking Tryna come out walking Understand it's beyond me talking I can see the sunshine's rays gleaming through the clear water Telling me what happened 'fore this chapter's arrived There will always be better days There will always be better days Being alone isn't lonely Sought after like a holiday Being alone is my vacation Postcard dreams, a full-sized bed Quit the band one too many times Serious enough to get a rise Get up in the next morning For another drive, that's a promise The best advice we ever received Is for you and me to stay here together It's easier to begin and hard to end I'm just glad to go through it all with you as a friend But I can see the sunshine's rays gleaming through the clear water Telling me what happened 'fore this chapter's arrived There will always be better days There will always be better days There will always be better days