Letras
In my mind a path between
Parking lots in place of green
Keychian shops and cash machines
License plate names I've never seen
I think I might tell someone
Life here don't get hard
Until the face gets sunburned
Until the motion starts
. . . But I don't
There's friends who never knew me
Their faces multiply
It made them look right through me
Because the paint is never dry
I stopped hearing voices
Walking straight, make saner choices
And rolling stones on the frozen lake
But I . . .
I think of the ocean lately
If you're passing through
You know I'll do what I can do
A stem that bends and never breaks
Though you've taken all you can take
I stopped hearing voices
When the waves made louder noises
Most connections I can shake
But I . . .
I think of the ocean lately