Lyrics

No more Pollyanna. No more everything's alright.
No more staying up 'til 3 o'clock. 'Cause we'll be here all night.
Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?
I got nothing more to tell you. Nothing new to report.
Why do we have to talk about the weather in New York?
Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?
Why do we have to talk about your mother's many things?
Is there no better news than that guy and how he sings ?
Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?
('Cause we're) amazing today and we're here all the way.
Why don't we just be here like this – like we want it to be.
Like we want it to be.
No more nervous laughter. No more looking at my hands.
No more wondering if you like me or if you think my jokes are grand.
Why don't we just find our way between the things that we say?
Why don't we just find our way . . .
 
Copyright Barton J. Vogel © 7/23/2015