What do you do when your life has become

the calm before the storm

when it leaves you feeling numb.

then you try to find the answers

with only one question,

where did the stars go?

What's the use in lying

when you're not true to yourself

and summer's way to soon

and i can see you cryin'

with your good book on the shelf

underneath a hazy moon

Why is it we find peace, in looking up at the sky

the clouds, the stars, the moon

will always try and pass us by

but we have to remember

to not float up there together

when what's important is down below, looking right back up at it...

What's the use in lying

when you're not true to yourself

and summer's way to soon

and i can see you cryin'

with your good book on the shelf

underneath a hazy moon

Trees will always fall, branches sometimes break

but here is where we'll be safe

sittin' on the deck we made.