Turn On The Lite-Brites Lyrics

There's something about the way this river moves
Like a thousand Lite-Brites

There's beauty in the grace
With which you lose
You're fruit on the vine
You're fruit on the vine

Well, I'm coming home
'Cause something 'bout this town
Makes me feel alone
I lose a bit of blood
every day
Yeah, I'm coming home
'Cause something 'bout this town
Makes me feel alone
I've long lost my nerve
Anyway

I think it's safe to say
We're on the mend
And other white lies
Well, absolutely positively
There's no doubt about it
You're fruit on the vine
You're fruit on the vine

Well, I'm coming home
'Cause something 'bout this town
Makes me feel alone
I lose a bit of blood
every day
Yeah, I'm coming home
'Cause something 'bout this town
Makes me feel alone
I've long lost my nerve
Anyway

Oh no
Oh no
No, no, no
Have you heard this one
Before?