I wish that I could tell you
What I'm thinking about
Oh I wish that I could walk in
To your house

No one else around 'cept
For you and me
Those summer windows open
Breathe in the heat

I wish that I could tell you
That I could use a hand
Oh I wish that I could write it like
Townes van Zandt

Baby, you could be the bandit
I remain the fool
You can lead me up the mountain
I'll be a real good mule

But I am slow and revealing
When I'm feeling far away
When I'm swimming in a memory
While I'm wide awake

Just the digging for a feeling
Put another down
Oh I'll feel it in the morning
Head kneel to the ground
I wish that I could tеll you
What I'm thinking about
Oh I wish that I could walk in
To your house

No one elsе around 'cept
For you and me
Those summer windows open
Breathe in the heat

If I'm remembering correctly
It was a long brown hue
Through the window in the diner
You were playing with your food

And the TV talked to no one
The 10'o clock news
And you were panning over pictures
A little boys shoes

And my heart was sitting down down
To my dirty brown boots
And I press my face against the glass
Feel around the room
And all the broken hearted people
And a great white too
I wish that I could tell you
What I'm thinking about
Oh I wish that I could walk in
To your house

No one else around 'cept
For you and me
Those summer windows open
Breathe in the heat
Those summer windows open
Breathe in the heat