Traffic Is a Global Word

The day is airy, the spring window's open
Got one leg out and I just might descend
But it's not far, just two feet from me and the sun
A grin begins to make its way to face

This can't be happening
The weather's broken, I can call my friends again

Sorry for my absence, understand
Sometimes it's darkness I only comprehend
I've made my bed and jumped the sheets right off the edge
The deepest breath I've waited weeks to shed

This can't be happening
The weather's broken, I can call my friends again

This can't be happening
The weather's broken and I can call all my friends again
This happens from year to year, from time to time
Can't say I'm sorry for being shy, but I can't say I really mind