Time no good 
Wisdom no good 
Patience no good 
To me any more 

Now night has fallen on the stair 
Some things you do you can never repair
Seems I'm always pretending 
Things aren't there when they are 

And the leaves are nearly off the trees
The traffic thick past yellow windows 
And I'm lost inside the frozen headlights
Thinking of you 

And the trees are looking like bones 
And the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
I'm staring out of this metal train 
Thinking of you 
And the trees are looking like bones 
The afternoon filled with rain and storm
And I'm tangled up in memory's thorns 
No way through 

Trees like bones, yellow windows 
Memories thorns, oh and you