You Don't Know.

Sometimes anymore,
I don't even know...
Why we arrive and we smile,
and we talk
then we go.
You don't know where my heart is.
I don't even know yours.
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
if you heard all the thunder
when it rained on my house.
Well, it stormed pretty hard.
And the windows all shattered.
But you don't know my heart.
We'll keep walking and smiling.
Keep talking and leaving.
Out with the old and in with the new season.
We're all running in circles.
We're all chasing the land.
You don't know where my heart is.
And I don't know where you stand.