Think
Lowman Pauling
Summer fields
Seem brighter than before
Money deals
Keep ponding down my door
What am I to think
When you turn away from me once more
What am I to think
Suffered once
But it's easier to hide
From the truth
Never caring what I'd find
What am I to think
When you turn away from me once more
What am I to think shout at me
Laugh at me
It's easier to conceive
These shouts at me and laughts at me
Make you want to keep me
And I think
That I know
I've never felt this lonely
And I think
And I know
Summer field are ablaze
What am I to think
Whan you turn away from me once more
What am I to think