Counting Crows

Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside
I am waiting for the telephone to tell me Im alive
Well I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you
Its getting cold in california
I guess Ill be leaving soon
Daylight fading
Come and waste another year
All the the anger and the eloquence are bleeding into fear
Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn
When we see the early signs that daylights fading
We leave just before its gone
She said everybody loves you
She says, everybody cares