Sunday night, feeling kind of dreary,
Soft silence in my room, I hear trees swaying in the wind outside,
2 AM, still up.
Little bit too quiet in this bachelor pad.
Step out the front door,
Look up at the dark black sky, I see Orion's Belt,
And I think I can make out Canis Minor through a cluster of clouds,
Light up a cigarette- about to blow my own clouds.
"Put that away," a familiar voice whispers,
She steps out of the house and hugs me from behind,
"Put that away," her voice is shaky,
Think she's crying, I can feel her tremble
And I know it's not because of the weather.
I turn around
Only to meet with vacant, dilated eyes and an expectant look-
Those brown watery eyes remind me of a place- a place so quiet, so serene,
Yet a place I've never been...

Somewhere out in the world there are people fighting, people starving, people dying, people destroying the land, people even killing each other

But I hold your delicate face, then hug you full of care,
Because all that **** is happening in the real world,
And thank God that right now we're not there.