Rejects In The Attic

I’ve been hanging out with the rejects in the attic Can’t get out of my head the way you left I got a sense of belonging but what does it matter And winter’s on its way here to collect I was born on the outskirts of a dream My daddy was a miner of almost anything And I’ve been busting stones Too proud to go back home Admit that all my digging was in vain But don’t we talk different than we did? Am I more quiet than I’ve been? Don’t you look brighter than the moon? Don’t I look different without you? Don’t I look different without you? I’m taking rain like an Appaloosa hoofprint And you know I’m drinking sunlight all day long I’m opened up just like a dogwood flower And winter’s on its way here to collect But don’t we talk different than we did? Am I more quiet than I’ve been?        And don’t you look brighter than the moon? Don’t I look different without you? Don’t I look different without you? I was taken on the outskirts of a dream I had a been a miner of almost everything Well I stopped busting stones         I’ll have to go back home         Admit that all my digging was in vain But don’t we talk different than we did? Am I more quiet than I’ve been?        And don’t you look brighter than the moon? Don’t I look different without you? Don’t I look different?           Winter’s on its way here to collect () Don’t I look? Don’t I look? Winter’s on its way here to collect Don’t I look? Don’t I look? Winter’s on its way here to collect Don’t I look? Don’t I look? Winter’s on its way here to collect Don’t I look? Don’t I look? Winter’s on its way here without you Winter’s on its way here without you