Emily Anderson — Simple Things

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Well I suppose you expect me
To sing about my feelings
About an old friend or long lost lover
Or how I’m scared of getting older
Yes, I’m scared of getting older

But I’d rather sing of simple things
That have nothing to do with me
Like a bird in the sky, or the moon on a hill
Or the way the dust settles on your windowsill
But these simple things are not simple things at all

And I could tell stories
All about people I made in my mind
I could sing poetry and fables
And you’d listen to all of my lies
All of my lies

But I’d rather sing of simple things
That have nothing to do with me
Like a bird in the sky, or the moon on a hill
Or the way the dust settles on your windowsill
But these simple things are not simple things at all

How do I sing of love when I don’t understand the lines on my hands?
How do I know my soul when I can’t understand
Why I’m here, who I am
Or the bird in the sky, or the moon on a hill, or the way the dust settles on your windowsill
No I don’t understand
But someday
Maybe I will