My thoughts oh, they really fly by.
One minute they're here acting like they should.
But before you know it they are into no good.
Some come here to stay and to grow nice and tall.
Others they disappear or they just fall.
It's a lot for my mind to handle,
trying to babysit them like 4,000 candles.
It try's to listen to each little voice,
like a whole little city trying to make a single choice.
Some are bad and some are good,
and some just are never understood.
My mind try's to fix each individual soul,
while I try to fill the once dug hole.
