The Place We All Find Ourselves
Looking out the window the details blur
Open up the sunroof roll down the glass
Foot off the pedal and coast through the turn
Impatient line behind me they signal to pass
Frowns and furrowed brows fill their rear view mirrors
Hurried conversations the lost connection in their commute
Distractions fuel their discontent in the world As their calluses grow numb to all the beauty
Sitting on my hood on the side of the road
They think I'm crazy just watching the sky
But if they just emptied their minds for a moment and looked around they too would know
So here we are again the bits in between A rush flows over my body
As I wonder if I am insane
Wipe me clean as I listen to what others say
Seeing it in their eyes how I need to fit into the world they see
The societarial responsibilities of a world that has deadened me
To myself
The place we all find ourselves
Remote and strange because it is not where we are meant to be
Moments of inspiration are the moments we let go of what we know to be true, I am meant to be a husband. Two cars and a toaster an American Dream
If you listen to those moments you will understand so much more than they see
Eyes open hearts race limitations disappear
You think it through I thought I knew I thought I understood what had been
I am what surrounds me and the bits in between
© 2012 Nowhere Man