Drying in the Sun

Tell me nothing's wrong Well maybe nothing's right All those little bugs Flicker in the light And all at once I knew That you'd understand Somethings never change Somethings never can And all the words I wrote Letters in the sand Footprints on the rug A message in the wind Pockets full of thread A finger poking through Everything I have I hold it up to you A heart that's full of song A head that's full of doubt A tune to hum along And words I can't make out And outside in the yard Laundry's almost done It's swinging on a line Drying in the sun