The other day
Your mood was swinging, thought you needed space
I took a drive and stayed out of the way for you
But one day turned to three
Then three into a week
And I'm starting to think that

You’re somewhere in the middle of the black and the white
You’re growing non-commital, I can see it your eyes
And I don’t know how, and I don’t know why
But my eyes they rain, got a cloudy mind

Sound the alarm
The weatherman is screaming
There’s a storm
It’s coming, I can feel it
The trees are barely moving
And the birds are hardly singing
The leaves have left the branches
Now I know you’re really leaving

The other day
I’ll admit that I was out of place
But I just think you went and blew it way out of proportion
Lost sight of what’s important
You couldn’t find a reason to escape, and so you forced it
See upcoming pop shows
Get tickets for your favorite artists

You’re somewhere in the middle of the black and the white
You’re growing non-commital, I can see it your eyes
And I don’t know how, and I don’t know why
But my eyes they rain, got a cloudy mind

Sound the alarm
The weatherman is screaming
There’s a storm
It’s coming, I can feel it
The trees are barely moving
And the birds are hardly singing
The leaves have left the branches
Now I know you’re really leaving

Sound the alarm
The weatherman is screaming
There’s a storm
It’s coming, I can feel it
The trees are barely moving
And the birds are hardly singing
The leaves have left the branches
Now I know you’re really leaving