Tragically Hip, The "The New Maybe" |
You could write, you could think, you could have sex You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed Stare our the window, down the lawn, to the lake For as long as it takes Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the thing we don't say Maybe love is the new maybe I know what winter's about Too many nights, not enough days I watch the birds fly south And no, I don't wave The last words out of my mouth: "Stay out of my way" Now I'm in a wrong place Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe it's the thing we don't say Maybe it's the things we don't say Maybe love is the new maybe Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |