Sane

No shoes and a bottle of wine No rules except yours and mine The pavement still smells rain The simple things that keep me sane Oh I miss it so In August when you tell the leaves please don't go And oh it moves so slowly I want to be where they don't know me They don't know me And they don't owe me Anything A cold bed but a blanket to warm you A folded pile of fresh clean clothes The vague scent of yesterday's shower A new story for me to compose Oh I miss it so In April when the leaves decide that they won't grow And oh It moves so slowly I wanna be where they don't know me I wanna be where they don't know me