Counting Crows

      She is trapped inside a month of grey
      And they take a little every day
      She is a victim of her own responses
      Shackled to a heart that wants to settle
      And then runs away
      It's a sin to be fading endlessly
      Yeah, but she's alright with me
      She is leaving on a walkaway
      She is leaving me in disarray
      In the absence of a place to be
      She stands there looking back at me
      Hesitates, and then turns away
      She'll change so suddenly
      She's just like mercury
      Yeah, but she's alright with me
      Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
      For the things that die before their time
      For the restlessly abandoned homes
      The tired and weary rambler's bones
      And stay beside me where I lie
      She's entwined in me
      Crazy as can be
      Yeah, but she's alright with me