High Up On the Hook

Oooh
 Can I stop my hobo wandering 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 on the side
 And I know that they will still be there when
 I get those feelings need to run and go hide
 I'm getting lost in with you every day, now
 Or just sitting quietly side by side
 Climbing towers and gtting mystery trains, now
 Making tea and settling down
 Kites, ice creams, jumping jumping trampolines, now
 Waking up and I'll tell you last night's dream
 Seeing things that no one else has, seen now
 You're pulling on my heart of silk and strings
 Can I stop my hobo wandering 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 on the side
 And I know that they will still be there when
 I get those feelings need to run and go hide
 Ohhh