side of the road

There is a cloud over my head

I can move into it, isn't that what you said?

There is a sound in the back of my hand

Trying to concentrate

Is it something I've heard?

Make me a dream, rubber or steel

You would see all of it

And would definitely feel

All that I want

And all that I fear

Will be inside of it

Pulling by the side of the road

It's the prettiest thing

That I can do for you (oh!)

Pulling all the trees we have seen

Plant in our memory

It's so special to me

Pulling by the side of the road

It's the prettiest thing

That I can do for you (oh!)

Pulling all the trees we have seen

Plant in our memory

It's so special to me