Looking out across suburban yards
To the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees
How come I only build a house of cards?

That gets blown to pieces by the fall's first fickle breeze

When I feel that stirring, the illicit kiss

That's just the cool tongue of the devil
With a sucker in his midst


One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that I call
I owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all
I've been running long before I learned to crawl


My calendar lies crumbled laid to waste
It's been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed

Will this be the measure of my days?
Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can't make


And when I start to feel it making sense for me
That's just hope springing eternally, yeah


One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that I call
I owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all
I've been running long before I learned to crawl


Outside the summer's gone for good
Dying impatiens stacked up wood

My friend will get together to cook
Talk about what happened, take a second look


The master loves the servant who blind heeds him
The husband, the obedient wife
The snake will always bite the hand that feeds him

Even if you love him, even if you save his life

One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that I call

I owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all
I've been running long before I learned to crawl