You said its all in time
It's what we chose to hold on to and how tight
On this sleepless night
It's the way you drive
And all the Bob Dylan you pretend to like
You'd be glad
You'd be glad to hear I'm out of poetry
'Cause these days words come about as easy as sleep
But when I speak
I'm saying things I never thought applied to people like me
And oh, can you see my fingers numb and blue
From trying to hold on to you
You say there's too much music
Too much thought inside my head
But if you want to be my friend then why'd you lie
I should have known you'd be
Just as reckless with me
And I guess I'm just as naive
As they warned me I would be
And oh, can you see my fingers numb and blue
From trying to hold on to you