I get bored in the summer
I've read all of your books, now I got nowhere to go
And you get a little bit older
Every time you come around for the L.A. show
It's not for me to say
Why I'm not more than just a missed call on your birthday
But when we were dreamers, always sleeping in late
Was your heart ever going my way?
I met you in the winter
Snow was falling like static on the radio
You were framed like a picture
Letting all of that heat out the cracked window
It's not for me to say
Why I'm not more than just a missed call on your birthday
But when we were leavers never staying in place
Was your heart ever going my way?
Was your heart ever going my way?
I get bored in the summer
You get a little bit older
I met you in the winter
You were framed like a picture
I get bored in the summer
You get a little bit older
I met you in the winter
You were framed like a picture
And it's not for you to understand
Why I'm always singing back-up in my own damn band
I'm just a fool who doesn't know how to say
Was your heart ever going my way?
Was your heart ever going my way?
'Cause it's not for me to say
Why I'm not more than just a missed call on your birthday
Is it worse to say nothing or say something too late?
Was your heart ever going my way?
Was your heart ever going my way?
Was your heart ever going my way?
Was your heart ever going my way?
