In a flicker of a night of the past
that just missed making my memory
I’m sure there’s something I said or did
to which now I disagree.
In this perfectly planned chaos
where all’s stagnantly sublime,
I can see perfectly from my point of view
I’m keeping proper time.
I’m certainly a drifter searching for a hidden home.
Sometimes I feel I’m like a rock
and nothing’s etched in stone.
Many pathways chosen. Many leading me to dead ends.
For the times, I could not find my way
life will never make amends.
I learned more from the ignorant
than from those claiming to be wise.
Piece of mind doesn’t come from repenting.
It must come from lies.
There’s anger lost in justice.
There’s dreams lost in time.
A young girl finds herself on Tuesday
and is lost by Friday night.
From the beckoned knee of a beggars eyes
I need before the day.
I take all my name has got
and I place it on the collection tray.
I sleep in the arms of my lover.
I laugh on the edge of my friends.
And for those that never really cared about me
life will never make amends.
I’m singing now of moments
in which potentials always there
to ride the waves of joyous smiles
that crash into despair.
But just to know it’s presence
is enough to knock it down.
Once you’ve learned to read the ice
the drink won’t turn you around.
You’ll always be a drifter
settling down for a while.
You’ll always be telling the truth.
You’ll always be telling a lie.
If you see me, I’ll be laughing
and trying to be alone.
There’s water, there’s sands of time
And then there’s Mr. Stone.