Hear the sound of the breeze
Watch it swirling around
Weeping willow trees
Making circles
Surfaces are seen
Stepping on old lightbulbs
With the ease of a bee
Move along settle down
The past is gone
So says the sound
I assure you I'm sane enough
To keep her safe from herself
But the fact of the matter's
What happens on Saturday's not up to you
'Cause it isn't about you
There's a time and a place
For a scene or a sigh
But the look on your face
Implies you don't know when or why
'Tween the sight of the sun
And the scent of the leaves
I have figured it out
I'm nothing in the scheme of things
I assure you I'm sane enough
To keep her safe from herself
But the fact of the matter's
What happens on Saturday's not up to you
And I'm sorry it hurts you
I assure you I'm sane enough to keep her safe
I assure you I'm sane enough to keep her
I assure you I'm sane
I am sure I'm insane
I sure am insane
I assure you I'm sane enough
To keep her safe from herself
But the fact of the matter's
What happens on Saturday's not up to you
And I'm sorry it hurts you