Jan. 9, 63 Degrees
This is an atypical day
It's the state we're in
Billow beast clouds
Vibrant bright like spring
This is a turbulent drive
Mixing bowl of good and bad
Kooked by caffeine
Sky wind machine
And the car absorbs it all
Shake shift rattle at me
We're both suckers for scenery
Should weather not match the mood?
Conjure old anti-trust flaws
Run from blue eyes
Shun blue skies the same
Simplicity…
Where's the needle today?
All stacks of hay
Jan. 9 / 63 degrees
Nonlinear thoughts on this linear road
Bluster me entangle
Spider web spun
Make hay while the sun shines
We're not victims here
We choose our way, hunt the game
Chase to balance empty palettes
But there are emotions and relatives
And I'm relatively poor with social ills
Voluntary solitude doesn't pay the bills
Finding balance you'll find
Is that poignant pointy cliché
Stacked off the scale, kick the bale in vain
Simplicity…
Where's the needle today?
All stacks of hay
Hey!
Pop up unannounced, take aim
'One day' is today and I'm on your tail
Fox and field crimson gold rich yield
Elusive catch rest for the day
I don't want a replicated history
Fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity
But you find sometimes that you've worked so hard
Your perspective has been chipped away
And it's hard to speak the mind
When emotions don't take sides
Find the balance show don't tell
Are you still afraid of the pen?
We are the history of a coin
We are an out-of-control grin
Simplicity…
Where's the needle today?
All stacks of hay
Hey!
Pop up unannounced, take aim
'One day' is today and I'm on your tail
Fox and field crimson gold rich yield
Elusive catch rest for the day
Pop up unannounced, take aim
'One day' is today and I'm on your tail
Fox and field crimson gold rich yield
Elusive catch rest for the day