2. Figures
It figures the kitchen is cold
If staying meant blankets
"Happy Fourth of July", I think this year we've been sold
So you say you must go
Then why do I feel like you'll never really be gone at all
So you say, you gotta boogie babe
How the time goes, how the time folds away
How the time, it blows now that we're easy
It feels funny to grow
It figures I've got plenty of hands and friends in all of these places
I need to be strong
Now I can't let go
of the theories behind this, those fantasy looks
and the purple I almost gave up to be wrong
It's trippin' me out now babe
How the time goes, how the time folds away
How the time, it blows, now that we're easy
How the time it goes, how the time folds away
You'll see how that little boy blows now that he's easy
It figures the kitchen is cold
If staying meant blankets
"Happy Fourth of July", I think this year we've been sold
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)