High Up On the Hook

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