Cauliflower Clouds.. weightless
Drift silently beneath me in the blue
And high above the world I notice
Up here I get a birds eye view
Far below the sighing city,
Stretches out its ageing bones
As evening falls upon the walls
of this concrete jungle, overgrown – thick with tangled fitful tones.
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
Houses standing proudly on a hillside
Are coveted by those who ride the train
And the humble homes they soon return to
Are dreamt of by those sleeping in the rain
Amidst a million conversations
A man stands high upon a crate
and begs the world to listen in
His message stern, his tone irate - “Beg for your sins, its not too late!”
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
If I could just sit still - hold a thought in my head
I could finish what I started – every word that I said
But the sounds of the city keep calling to me
and as long as I keep replying i'll never be free
I see buildings reach to the stars
And all the rainbow coloured cars
The hopes and cares of life are few
From up here I get a birds eye view
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
(C) bazookio 2014
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Cauliflower Clouds.. weightless
Drift silently beneath me in the blue
And high above the world I notice
Up here I get a birds eye view
Far below the sighing city,
Stretches out its ageing bones
As evening falls upon the walls
of this concrete jungle, overgrown – thick with tangled fitful tones.
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
Houses standing proudly on a hillside
Are coveted by those who ride the train
And the humble homes they soon return to
Are dreamt of by those sleeping in the rain
Amidst a million conversations
A man stands high upon a crate
and begs the world to listen in
His message stern, his tone irate - “Beg for your sins, its not too late!”
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
If I could just sit still - hold a thought in my head
I could finish what I started – every word that I said
But the sounds of the city keep calling to me
and as long as I keep replying i'll never be free
I see buildings reach to the stars
And all the rainbow coloured cars
The hopes and cares of life are few
From up here I get a birds eye view
*Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?
So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.*
(C) bazookio 2014
