Wondering About Her, Director's Cut

looking for myself in what is good and what is best
when i knew the answers i never took the test
thoughts of her make me ask where i’ve never been
the impulse to write her now makes me count to ten

one for every finger diamonds set in rings
tennis bracelet sparkles for every carol she sings
driving in orlando flying the east coast
what she wants she has what she needs the most

give in to the day giving up by night
i’ve the courage and the strength to give in with no fight
to err is humane to divine is too late
when i go into the light there is no pearly gate 

i could write what smiles i’ve been told before
too busy when i played to care to know the score
it's too cold in the stands of a field that's been erased
build for floods but not for dreams the thrill has been chased

once i saw a dream but it asked i go away
one less bell to notice the church that does not pray
there's no point in learning no reason to write
whats the use in painting if it just leads to a fight

no drawing or sharing no experience no memory
no journey too long to be fit for boundary