Still waging in the wonder
Of how I ended here
From my tender beginnings
To a path that's never clear
With a dog named Bruno
And a cat called Mars
Chasing after each others tails
In and out between foreign cars
A shadow at my feet
That follows me around
Sneaking up on me
Silence its favorite sound
And show tunes from the 50's
Playing over in my head
From My Fair Lady, The King And I
To the Music Man
With a sticker on my window
That shows baby on board
And me being single
I have to wonder what it's for
I always arrive for Fridays
On late Saturday night
All by myself
On a two seater bike
I've got a spitting image
Of who I used to be
Now that I look at myself
I hardly recognize me
I go around in circles
From the left to right
Always walking backwards
Trying to slow down time
In this desert life of mine
I'm my own mirage
Where what I hope to find
I also try to dodge
Most of my days are spent
Trying to make sense
And if you care to count the change
Could you tell me what the cents is
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Still waging in the wonder
Of how I ended here
From my tender beginnings
To a path that's never clear
With a dog named Bruno
And a cat called Mars
Chasing after each others tails
In and out between foreign cars
A shadow at my feet
That follows me around
Sneaking up on me
Silence its favorite sound
And show tunes from the 50's
Playing over in my head
From My Fair Lady, The King And I
To the Music Man
With a sticker on my window
That shows baby on board
And me being single
I have to wonder what it's for
I always arrive for Fridays
On late Saturday night
All by myself
On a two seater bike
I've got a spitting image
Of who I used to be
Now that I look at myself
I hardly recognize me
I go around in circles
From the left to right
Always walking backwards
Trying to slow down time
In this desert life of mine
I'm my own mirage
Where what I hope to find
I also try to dodge
Most of my days are spent
Trying to make sense
And if you care to count the change
Could you tell me what the cents is
