Moments

Captured in a moment leaning up against the door
You turn it open
Bell ring of the paperboy, throws one at the floor
You're leaning over the floor
You're leaning over

The paper says that it's okay
After all, the problems aren't here to stay
And you await the day you could say
I've had enough, I wanna throw it all away

Picture in a magazine, exaggerated joy
You flip it over
Moments being captured like an everlasting toy
That can't be broken
A toy that's never broken

The picture tells you it's okay
After all, the problems have to go away
And you await the day you could say
I've had it all, and now I'll never want to stay

And you await the day