Slip and Squander

Truckers on the highway

I bet they dream of home

Children on the playground

I bet they feel alone

Thinking of everything

Maybe even death

Redirect my focus

On every little breath

Head full of music

But it all sounds the same

Nobody knows him

But he knows all their names

Say something once, never sayin' it again

Say something kind, that's when the soul strings start to bend

Down the steps, down the hall

Out the door

Watch it leave

Hold my breath, while we lay on the floor

Ideas come out

And ideas float away

Been this way for years now

About four years and some change

Grab a pretty dress

We'll head North then head West

Time to dream now

Hope for nothing but the best

Either brilliant, or completely insane

Laughter flows freely from this heart

Through these veins

Your mind is running, it's running fast

Well nothing here was really meant, to last

Oh, down the steps, down the hall

Out the door

Watch it leave

Hold my breath, while we lay on the floor

Late night morning haze take my hand

Through the trees up the stairs, to the sand

Stars start to slip and squander the calm

Blue tarp, wild eyed, puddle in my palm