Clearlake

Been staying up until the early hours of the morning,
When the birds begin to sing
They trick me into thinking that the winter months are over
And we'll soon be into spring
Been staying undercover, if I stay here any longer
I'll miss most of the day
The last thing you're expecting when you're looking for a window
Is to see it look so gray
What's the point of worrying how will things turn out?
Why spoil the surprise?
You know it won't live up to your expectations
When you wonder why