The Ceiling

Wood burning up on the hill
 Seen a drawer full of pills
 And it's quiet like snow through the trees
 Well I did what I did and I didn't mean anything
 Where you come from and where you go
 Who you talk to and who you know
 And you're lying in fields of green
 Well I did what I did and I didn't mean anything
 The sun rise, the drive, the morning
 The smoke stacks, the bold hats, still learning
 And I don't know how I got this far down with the ceiling
 And I don't know how I got this far down with the ceiling
 Oh, her eyes are wide open right out of her head
 Yeah, she's clear of a crown that she cut down for me
 Well, I did what I did and I'd do it all over again
 I remember everything,
 little girl learning to sing because she's crying all over me
 But I did what I did and I didn't mean anything
 The sun rise, the drive, the morning
 The smoke stacks, the bold hats, still learning
 And I don't know how I got this far down with the ceiling
 And I don't know how I got this far down with the ceiling
 Oh, her eyes are wide open right out of her head
 Yeah, she's clear of a crown that she cut down for me
 Well, I did what I did and I'd do it all over again
 We, we should be easy
 We should be easy
 We should be
 We, we should be easy
 We should be easy
 We should be
 We, we should be easy
 We should be easy
 We should be
 We, we should be easy
 We should be easy
 We should be
 We, we should be easy
 We should be easy
 We should be
 Sometime, oh yeah
 A little bit sometime.