Writing To Reach You
Every day I wake up and it's SundayWhatever's in my eye won't go awayThe radio is playing all the usualAnd what's a Wonderwall anyway
Because my inside is outsideMy right side's on the left side'Cause I'm writing to reach you now butI might never reach you, only want to teach youAbout you but that's not you
It's good to know that you are home for ChristmasIt's good to know that you are doing wellIt's good to know that you all know I'm hurtingIt's good to know I'm feeling not so well
Because my inside is outsideMy right side's on the left side'Cause I'm writing to reach you now butI might never reach you, only want to teach youAbout you but that's not youDo you know it's true but that won't do
Maybe then tomorrow will be MondayAnd whatever's in my eye should go awayBut still the radio keeps playing all the usualAnd what's a Wonderwall anyway
Because my inside is outsideMy right side's on the left side'Cause I'm writing to reach you now butI might never reach you, only want to teach youAbout you but that's not youDo you know it's true but that won't doAnd you know it's you I'm talking to