All the sunshine

So many voices . . . I can’t make out a word
Man, the things we call important are absurd
Alice said, “I’m fine. I just need a little time.”
And she moved out to LA I later heard
She moved out to LA I later heard

After a while, I packed up my guitar
But reaching her just wasn’t in the cards
I wanted to ask her what I’d done, or if she’d met someone
She said, “you should have called before you came this far.”
“You should have called before you came this far.”

When it’s easier to laugh I do my best to laugh
And when it’s easier to cry, I just cry
But what am I to do when I can’t shake all these doubts
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?

I stumbled away and found a room to call my own
With walls so thin, I heard every bitch and moan
And I wasn’t so confused not to know it was bad news
To be drinking with the neighbor’s wife alone
I was drinking the neighbor’s wife alone

Now I can’t say that I don’t have my price
“Just pretend like he’s asleep,” was her advice
And I really wished I could but my imagination’s not that good
I’m not sure if he hit me once or twice.
I’m not sure if I hit him once or twice.

When it’s easier to laugh I do my best to laugh
And when it’s easier to cry, I just cry
But what am I to do when I can’t shake all these doubts
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?

Now I met Ann standing in the checkout line
She had a look and feel that made everything seem fine
And she was into my guitar like the backseat of her car
But nothing seemed to break my frame of mind
Nothing seemed to break my frame of mind

On the beach we were stretched out on the sand
Ann said “you’ve got me in the palm of your hand.
But it’s not easy now to see what it is you want from me.
There’s so much about you I don’t understand.
There’s so much about you I don’t understand.”

When it’s easier to laugh I do my best to laugh
And when it’s easier to cry, I just cry
But what am I to do when I can’t shake all these doubts
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?

The rest, I said, is just too much to explain
And I think it best if change most of the names
The cops came to the door; I didn’t wait to ask what for
But slipped out the back into the pouring rain
I slipped out the back and into the pouring rain

So many voices . . . just won’t let me be
Sometimes I still see Alice standing over me
When she said, “Remember when? Well, I want to love like that again,”
But who can say what memories really mean?
Who can say what memories really mean?

When it’s easier to laugh I do my best to laugh. . .
And when it’s easier to cry, I just cry
But what am I do when I can’t shake all these doubts
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?

When it’s easier to laugh I do my best to laugh. . .
And when it’s easier to cry, I just cry
But what am I do when I can’t shake all these doubts
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?
And where is all the sunshine I’ve heard so much about?


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