| It was a cold 3 a.m. at JFK
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| I guess you stayed because you wanted to stay
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| And we went from zero to everything all in a day
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| And then Kennedy took you away
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| I thought of a short robe that was keeping you warm
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| And the moments that make up your life 'til you wake up
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| You sit on a swing in the dark with a girl
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| And she tells you she wanted to kiss you
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| And you know The worst part of a good day
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| Is hearing yourself say goodbye to one more possibility day
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| It goes on and on
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| I go west but your weather has changed
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| You’re just scared
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| I mistake it for strange
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| When you want me to leave
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| Then you start to believe I should stay
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| But I gotta get out of LA
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| It seems like the short days are over
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| 'Cause you just don’t sleep in the daylight so I don’t sit up nights
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| I lie on my back on the top of a hill
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| And your body is breaking the sky
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| Cause you’re shaking
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| And the worst part of a good day is knowing it’s slipping away
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| That’s one more possibility day that is gone
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| We were waiting for winter this year
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| But you came and it never appeared
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| Me and you, we know too many reasons
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| For people and seasons that pass like they weren’t even here
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| Now «Living in smiles is better», you say
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| But we carry the burdens of all of our days
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| So I’m scared that you’ll leave and you’re scared that I’ll stay
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| It’s an impossibility day
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| And we only saw half the ballet
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| I said goodnight, goodbye
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| It seems like a good thing so you know it’s a good lie
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| You can run out of choices
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| And still hear a voice in your head when you’re lying in bed
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| And it says that the best part of a bad day is knowing it’s okay
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| The color of everything changes
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| The sky rearranges its shade and your smile doesn’t fade
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| Into a phone call and one bad decision we made
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| And the worst part of a good day is the one thing you don’t say
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| And you don’t know how but you wish there was some way
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| So you pull down the shades and you shut off the lights
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| Because somehow we mixed up «Goodbye» and «Goodnight»
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| And the one thing you won’t say is
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| «Everyone knows possibility days are impossible.»
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| It just feels wrong
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| So wrong
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| Still you’re gone
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| Long gone |