Perhaps it's the color of the sun, cut, flat and covering, but the crossroads are standing at, or maybe it's the weather or something like that, but it's my way back on my mind. I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset, I am not waiting. Oh, the sun, I can't forget you. I do not walk the floor bow down a bit, but now we are better on my mind. Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow, where you've been don't bother me, over me down this sorrow. You don't even matter where you're waking up tomorrow, but it's my way back on my mind. I am not asking you to say words like yes or no, you understand me. I am not calling for you to go. I am just grieving to myself for telling not that I don't know that I'm not here, that you've been on my mind. And you wake up in the morning, baby, looking side you're here, you know I will be next year, you know I will be here. I just be curious to know if you can see yourself that's clear as some of you as how you've gone his mind.