Cheers to the sailboats awake in their harbor, tucked under the chin of the city.
we admire the lights and their potential to dance, with motivation to run, once again, on the big road, then, a bridge to somewhere elses...
Away from a city of eyeless people, garbage catches on our antennas. we gotta keep moving, get the filth of money blown off our skin, on the big road again, a bridge to somewhere elses...
The fountain water of vapor to the skies on our barefoot souls, the heat of the draft through the grid. all together now, on the avenue, we won their eyes, on the big road again, we are a bridge to somewhere elses...
As we let go of the places we've been, we do  not reach for the places we are yet to be. Oh, but half-certainly on the go, on the big road again, a bridge to somewhere elses...

Black clouds hide the very sun
aimless in darkness we run
until, a wonderous sight, we see the light
and waves of growing pain
become stacatto drops of happy rain

somedays down at the beach
the ocean makes a mighty speech
water glistens, people listen
and put away the moment's mind
to ignore the voice of time

come with me
friend of mine
what we cant quite look for
we'll surely find

some nights, silver dreams of silk
from starry skies above are spilt
into a place free from space
where creatures of art are wild
somewhere man becomes child

come with me
and what we'll see
we won't quite know
until we're free

Fragile silver strings criss-cross
above my bed
and often I am told:
careful not to move my head
and sometimes it's hard
to not swallow the pill
When I awoke from that dream
it was hard to stay still

share the burden
share the light
share the little face
staring out the window in the car
driving by me on the sidewalk

you know
when you sing
to the stormy grey waters below
there is a drawn-out moment
in which you wonder
where you really are

The seconds woven into minutes
forge into hours pour into days
so quick the years add up
to our lifetimes
we saw as the horizon.
Just this second