Beautiful things are comin' my way.
Beautiful things, I want them to stay.
But after a while my beautiful things
don't seem beautiful at all.
Terrible things like when you wake up
and all of your dreams Seem to crack up.
Like things you have done
like breakin' my heart.
For you it don't seem terrible at all.
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
What's on my mind?
Beautiful things like leaves on a tree.
Beautiful things, the sky and the sea.
Since you've been gone
no beautiful things seem beautiful to me.
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone out there on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
What's on my mind?
Make the grass grow in the garden
when the rain is passin' by.
Does anybody want to know
what's on my mind?