All of these people Just trying to get along And I've got my keyboard And I've got my song And I sing it out loud To find out who will sing along
All of these thoughts Now have somewhere to go And I plant this seed And I'll watch it grow And somewhere in between The most spectacular show
All of these feelings Succumb to being overwhelmed A desperate attempt of the lost to be found And the trees sprout up from the soft fertile ground And the birds give words to the sweet subtle sound Of a life never lived giving birth to right now
"Most of what matters in your life takes place in your absence." -Salman Rushdie