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One day we're just like \"Leave it to Beaver\" |
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One day it's just a typical life |
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And then he's off on |
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A trip to Jamie-land |
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Staring catatonic out the window |
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Barely even breathing all the while |
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And then he'll smile |
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His eyes light up and deep within the ground |
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Without a sound |
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A moment comes to life |
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And I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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Next day it's just like |
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It never happened |
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We're making dinners |
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We're making plans |
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Then he gets on the |
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Mule train to Jamie-land |
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Handful after handful of Doritos |
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Circling the apartment, logging miles |
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And then he smiles |
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His eyes light up |
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And how can I complain? |
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Yes, he's insane |
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But look what he can do |
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And I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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And it's true |
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I tend to follow in his stride |
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Instead of side by side |
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I take his cue |
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True, but there's no question |
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There's no doubt |
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I said I'd stick it out |
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And follow through |
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And when I do |
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Then he smiles |
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And where else can I go? |
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I didn't know |
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The rules do not apply |
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And then he smiles |
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And nothing else makes sense |
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While he invents |
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The world that's passing by |
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And I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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Aren't I? |
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I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
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I'm a part of that |
