Bowl of Oranges Lyrics

The rain it started tappin, on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin, so I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the grey streets
But everything seemed different, completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health
I said there's nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself
He said ?Oh yes you can just hold my hand, I think that that would help?
So I sat with him a while, and I asked him how he felt
He said "I think I'm cured. In fact I'm sure. Thank you stranger,
for your therapeutic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone
And eyes must do some raining, if you're ever gonna grow
And when cryin don't help, you can't compose yourself it's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singin? baby don't worry, cause now I got you back
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company, for those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem, that no one ever solved
Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty and, we'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told, of fault lines, and soul, ohh, ohh