Ver1
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
Under sycamore leaves
Ver2
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves
Bridge
And I could never make it
And I could never see
And I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Ver1
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
Covered by sycamore leaves
and repeat the last phrase just like coda
