Some nights I lay and I stare
At what you may ask?
Well I stare at the ceiling an wonder
I wonder about what could've been
I wonder about what should have been
I wonder about the stars and whats beyond
I lay there just wondering as I study the groves on my ceiling
Some nights I wonder about high paced trains
or happen to that ball that fell down the sewage drain
or what would of happen if I wasn't there
I wonder what would of happen if I didnt get lost in his eyes
or what what of happen if she hadnt lost her mind
I lie and I wonder about imaginary faces
and far off places
I wonder about my past, my future, and my present
So I lay there and I wonder about every little thing
In to the wee morning hours while every living thing sleeps
And I feel my eyes lid grow heavy and they begin to shut
And the wonder stops for just a little while
