You offer me sunshine, then bring me rain. You offer to listen, while you explain. I wait for a rainbow that should paint the skies. But no, you're probably right.

You offer me chocolates, then feed me gruel. You tell me you love me, that I'm your fool. I'm starving for sweetness, the cupboard is bare. But no, you're probably right.

Someday
When I find a way
Maybe tomorrow or some other day
I'll hear you
And fly away

You promise me roses, not dandelion yards. You ask me to wait up, while she steals your charms. I'm polishing tarnish from novel dreams. But no, you're probably right.

Someday
When I find a way
Maybe tomorrow or some other day
I'll hear you
And fly away