The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick up stones Anything to make them feel less alone-he's alone
His mind is his own town where his thoughts run aground They fall all over and down
I spent it all On the bag On the drag
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back We crawl out way back to the house we call home He holds his home in the palm of his hand And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone You are my anytime, you are my everytime You are my everywhere...anywhere...
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