Slow Time

It’s a blue-eyed Sunday, morning, afternoon
And I’m out here waiting for you to come on

I like it when you say
That you don’t believe what they tell us
You’ll find your own questions
And I like it when you say that

I’m the kind that takes my slow time just thinkin’
So my words don't come out right when you need them

I like it when you say
That you don’t believe what they tell us
You’ll find your own questions
And I like it when you say that