Sep 2016
a boy with stars in his eyes for a place he has yet to encounter
so obsessed with the possibilities that exist in a book he has yet to read
he's diving head first into the waves waving to the palm trees from 1,000 miles away
he's hungry for the windows down on city streets full of desperation and lust
a city built on rock and roll and lies and climbs to the top stories you aren't proud to tell
he's dreaming of the smog in Los Angeles the sun beaming him to a happier place
ash up to his knees and a blunt burning a hole in his pocket praying that a kid with a dream just might make it
he has been kicking around dirt in a town so covered in rust that even the youth seems old and tired and broken down
he wants an escape he wants his California sunset he wants his thirst to be quenched by the feeling of anything, just a pulse or the warmth in someone else's eyes a metaphor for something that was lost, now found
it's his stairway to heaven and he's been climbing for years and never seems to reach the top but he will never cease to try
with nothing but a penny and a story to his name he would drive for days just for prove there is still something to live for, that the dream is reality
just for that sense of belonging he's been craving all his life
he's a lost boy, and of the lot I've seen plenty but never one so wounded he knows better than to get his hopes up but in hopes that there's more to it than what they tell you their higher than the skyscrapers he's longing for
he's got a mind as expansive as the ocean and the only thing that calms it is watching the tides turn day in and day out
he's a native to a land he's trusting with his life
he doesn't need to see to believe
he knows its there he knows there's something
he's hitting the pavement like what are you waiting for he's done letting life just pass him by
his head is bound on the next train to the west coast and his body aches to follow
he's still here but he's counting the days and hey I might just go with him hey he might have the right idea hey look there's the Hollywood sign and **** all your troubles disappear
good riddance to the goodbyes he never said
no I hope to see you soon exchanged
he's been dying for a taste of something too abstract to mention and he's calling it by name
he's a whisper across time and space and he's telling me to come
follow me for a life worth living
follow me into the sun
so obsessed with the possibilities that exist in a book he has yet to read
he's diving head first into the waves waving to the palm trees from 1,000 miles away
he's hungry for the windows down on city streets full of desperation and lust
a city built on rock and roll and lies and climbs to the top stories you aren't proud to tell
he's dreaming of the smog in Los Angeles the sun beaming him to a happier place
ash up to his knees and a blunt burning a hole in his pocket praying that a kid with a dream just might make it
he has been kicking around dirt in a town so covered in rust that even the youth seems old and tired and broken down
he wants an escape he wants his California sunset he wants his thirst to be quenched by the feeling of anything, just a pulse or the warmth in someone else's eyes a metaphor for something that was lost, now found
it's his stairway to heaven and he's been climbing for years and never seems to reach the top but he will never cease to try
with nothing but a penny and a story to his name he would drive for days just for prove there is still something to live for, that the dream is reality
just for that sense of belonging he's been craving all his life
he's a lost boy, and of the lot I've seen plenty but never one so wounded he knows better than to get his hopes up but in hopes that there's more to it than what they tell you their higher than the skyscrapers he's longing for
he's got a mind as expansive as the ocean and the only thing that calms it is watching the tides turn day in and day out
he's a native to a land he's trusting with his life
he doesn't need to see to believe
he knows its there he knows there's something
he's hitting the pavement like what are you waiting for he's done letting life just pass him by
his head is bound on the next train to the west coast and his body aches to follow
he's still here but he's counting the days and hey I might just go with him hey he might have the right idea hey look there's the Hollywood sign and **** all your troubles disappear
good riddance to the goodbyes he never said
no I hope to see you soon exchanged
he's been dying for a taste of something too abstract to mention and he's calling it by name
he's a whisper across time and space and he's telling me to come
follow me for a life worth living
follow me into the sun
