So much hearsay in everything you're hearing
Can't trust a thing people say these days
It seems
I was thinking maybe March or April
She'd come back around
But she's gone off and left me
And I can't see it now
That white picket fence with pink roses blooming
Love in her eyes as we stare at the moon, in
A picture I paint in my mind time and time again
My future was all worked out
But I can't see it now
Those romantic strolls down by the water
Got lost in my brain and all of it's clutter
And I forgot what counts
Until time ran out on
That white picket fence with pink roses blooming
Love in her eyes as we stare at the moon, in
A picture I paint in my mind time and time again
My future was all worked out
But I can't see it now
Yeah, I had it all worked out
But I can't see it now
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