The lights change on the hill. The air seems strangely still. Everyone's asleep. The floorboards creak at dawn. As you walk out on the lawn. The grass is wet beneath. You think it rather strange. You think it rather weird. It's fair to say that. Nothing is keeping you here. Nothing is keeping you here. Nothing is keeping you here. The phone is off the hook. As you sink into a book. You don't know where you are. From the world detached. Onto a girl you latched. It never got too far. And everybody's down. And everybody cares. It's fair to say that. Nothing is keeping you here. Nothing is keeping you here. Nothing is keeping you here. And everybody talks. And everybody stares. You knew your day to shine. Would come without you here. Come without you here. Nothing was keeping you here. Here.... Nothing is keeping you here