foothills

i know why i go to work, and i know sometimes i'm a jerk, but i can't tell you why, i'm in love, i'll take lunch with my co-workers, but after work i just go bezerkers, yet i can't tell them why, i'm in love, sundays and saturdays, sitting in the park, or in the dark, or at the beach, in the foothills, my thoughts, they keep straying out of reach, say it's left or say it's right, say it's day or say it's night, still i can't tell you why, i'm in love, i wake up and then i jerk, my brain awake, but it won't work, well enough to say why i'm, in love, so i get up and then i jerk, and then i get up and then i go to work, but i can't say why i'm, in love, all the days are happy days, sitting in the park, or in the dark, or at the beach, in the foothills, my thoughts, they keep staying out of reach, say it's wrong or say it's right, say we may or say we might, still i can't tell you why i'm in love, i know i will feel the hurt, and i know that it doesn't hurt, and i know you know that i'm in love, i get up and i go to work, i can say my boss is a jerk, but i can't tell you why, i'm in love