Simple Things

I suppose you expect me to sing about my feelings
 About an old friend a long lost lover
 Or how I'm scared of getting older
 Yes, I'm scared of getting older
 But I'd rather sing of simple things that have nothing to do with me
 Like a bird in the sky or the moon on a hill
 Or the way the dust settles on your window sill
 But these simple things are not simple things at all
 And could tell stories all about people I made in my mind
 I could sing peotry in fables
 And you'd listen to all of my lies, all of my lies
 But I'd rather sing of simple things that have nothing to do with me
 Like a bird in the sky or the moon on a hill
 Or the way the dust settles on your window sill
 But these simple things not simple things at all
 How do I sing of love when I don't understand the lines on my hand
 And how do I know my soul
 When I can't understand why I'm here, who I am
 Or the bird in the sky or the moon on a hill or
 The way the dust settles on your window sill
 No I don't understand, but maybe I'll one day, maybe I will
 Maybe I will
 Maybe I will