Saw the red sky ten thousand feet high At eleven PM on a Thursday Saw the Moon she looked kind with a tear in her eye Like a widowed old man on her birthday I've seen dandelions taller than Yay High But I haven't found one in some years Maybe next time I'll try to sing fond of the times That I fell in the face of my fears But still, she tries To rise every morning So I guess I don't mind Staying home for another day I'll go out to eat alone Think and still don't know why I feel I've done everything wrong Realize that I've spiraled under landfill piles And emerged with a sorrowful song I gave a penny-wish to a pond with an orange fish Who I could've swore didn't like me It never quite came true, but somehow I found you And I still dream about you nightly But still, she tries To rise every morning So I guess I don't mind Staying home for another day Oh, I guess, I guess I don't I don't mind Staying home for another day