Six Weeks

Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
And I'll try to find it

But it's buried deep
Beneath soft serve ice cream
On sun burnt streets
And I'm riding, winding
Between ten foot concrete skies

Six weeks, felt like forever
Now a lifetime ago
So take me
To the last days of the century

Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
And I'll try to find it

Let's play make believe
Door to door, jump the bushes
I see, the house I grew up in
Paint is wearing thin
White ladder on repeat

Six weeks, felt like forever
Now a lifetime ago
So take me,
To the last days of the century

Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
Tell me (What's on your mind)
And I'll try to find it