Pollen Forecast from Time Enough by terrapin

I moved to Patterson’s Hill.
Bought a house with a couple acres.
You say you’re doing swell,
Ha, you and me, we’re professional fakers.

Hopped the midnight train,
Going home for the summer vacation.
Several months of rain,
Several months and I am back at the station.

If this is life, well, this is life,
Well its boredom tears me apart.
Cos everything’s done under the sun,
And well, it just seems kinda dumb.
I don’t know what to do,
I just wanna hang with you,
Til we’re out of the blue,
Til the day we die.

Red hair and red jumper.
Walked to school in classic English weather.
Quit everything I loved,
Prayed to god that life would get better.

Eat the berries, watch the trees swaying.
Be a friend, be a neighbour, be a good faithful boy.
Watch the telly, play the games in the yard,
Have a cry and fake a smile, the latter’s your go-to card.

See the waves as they crash upon Cornish sand,
All of these things, in and out of my head,
I won’t ever understand.
I won't ever understand.

If this is life, well, this is life,
Well its boredom tears me apart.
Cos everything’s done under the sun,
And well, it just seems kinda dumb.
I don’t know what to do,
I just wanna hang with you,
Til we’re out of the blue,
Til the day we die.

• #acoustic
• #acoustic guitar
• #indie
• #indiefolk
• #singersongwriter
• Acoustic
• United Kingdom