How Things Seem
Well she’s gone, gone gone She wants to not have to have it all And even when she speaks it’s talk of all those days The ones when she could waste the time As it flies on by, oh
Well maybe these things, they haven’t turned out to what we thought they’d be But we thought they’d be…
Well he’s just what she needs, Or so she tells herself, because she aims to please. And though he gives her gifts, well she’s got dreams She’d give it her all if only he could just see That when she laughs out loud, she cries inside She’s wishing back all those days behind…
And I know these things, they haven’t turned out to what she thought they’d be. But she’ll keep on searching for something she can believe Yet things aren’t always what they seem to be, to me…
Well she’s gone, gone, gone She wants, to not to have had it all And even when she thinks, it’s thoughts of all those days behind The ones when she would waste the time But it passed her by, and well
Maybe these things, they haven’t turned out to what you thought they’d be But you keep on searching for something that you can believe… Cause things aren’t always what they seem to be No things aren’t always what they seem to be No now things aren’t always what they seem to be, to me…
