Yeah I’ve been thinking about what the hell to apply myself to
taking in consideration all the things that I love to do,
like loading in before the start,
like hopping in a van to spread apart the real from fiction,
or at least what I construe as the colours inconsistent
to black and white.
And I’d like to think I know that everything will fall in its space
like the puzzle I built 13 years ago at my folks’ old place.
But that place has passed
with friends and age and ash
Yeah, I’ve been thinking
I’ve been paving this road with lullabies of wasted time
and a hint of hope, in that summer smoke.
And this autumn air it speaks to me
from the coloured leaves fallin’ off those trees
and I realize the world drifts along
while everyone is singing their own song.