High Up On The Hook

Can i stop my hobo wondering days now
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
I seem to notice more and more every day now
you got my heartstrings breathing so right
I hang my coat high up on the hook now
I'll put my gloves down down on the side
and I know that they will still be there when
I get those feelings need to run go hide

I'm getting lost in, with you every day now
or just sitting quietly side by side
climbing towers and getting mystery trains now
making tea and setteling down
kites icecreams jumping jumping tranpolines now
waking up and I'll tell you last nights dream
seeing things that no one else has seen now
your pulling on my heat of silk and strings

Can i stop my hobo wondering days now
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
I seem to notice more and more every day now
you got my heartstrings breathing so right
I hang my coat high up on the hook now
I'll put my gloves down down on the side
and i know that they will still be there when
I get those feelings need to run go hide