Blossom

Lord I'm as happy as sad can be

Down here in the dwellings of ashes and royalty

But I know that my gold isn't worth enough to be sold

When my head decides to comes sauntering home

The clouds couldn't catch me on the train headed east

Now you lay around me, fit like an arm in my sleeve

But should I try to give up my dreams

To sit and wonder why I make everyone else happy

This must be love

But how would I know