Drop the weight from your shoulders and relax your body
Take a deep breath in then exhale slowly.
Let your mind wander freely
Then smile carelessly.
Swing your legs softly
And rub your temples lightly
Whisper to your friend queitly
To share thoughts secretly.
Laugh very sweetly.
Live happily.
Live simply.

She took away the painted ponies from my carousel,
and the stars that shone above.
She took away the fantasies and fairy tales,
she took away the songs of love.

She left me on an island made of memories,
taste and touch and scent and sound.
Four-thousand, six-hundred some odd yesterdays,
to be some lover's hand me down.

Autumn leaves falling on a rainy day.
No marching band, no circus tents.
She took away the joy of spontaneity,
and left behind a lack of confidence.

Four-thousand, six-hundred some odd yesterdays,
sacred words, golden rings.
Girl in white, a man is blue,
because you took too many things.

And if you listen you can hear my heart a healing.
Running, changing, growing, dreaming, spinning, reeling.
Talking to the wind.
Waiting for a friend
to dance with me until the end comes stealing,
comes stealing.

She texted all through dinner again.
Clickity, clickity, clickity.
Describing to someone something about what the waiter was wearing.
The ******* waiter?

Maybe if she took the time
she would find me at least as interesting,
as handsome, or ****,
as her 2 dimensional clicking keys?
Clickity, clickity, clickity.

They don't write letters on paper here in Clickityville anymore.
I even use to have my favorite pen and ink.
Now they "pencil in" time for everything,
Clickity food, iPod jog, or even clickity ***.
Trying to fit it all so neatly on their Clickityville plates,
but they never do.

When I talk to Clickityville people now
I can tell when I start to glass them over.
They reach for their clickity, clickity, clickity.
So ******* rude.
I'd rather they said,
"I'm sorry, but you bore me and I would rather,
you know.....
clickity clickity clickity."

I can see it in their Clickity eyes,
while they are trying to listen peripherally,                                                                                                            
They want so badly to clickity, clickity, clickity.

****,
they asked me to give them advice on their Clickity relationships.
And while fidgeting in their Clickityville North Face jacket pockets,
looking for their clickity, clickity, clickity,
I was attempting to give them some of my best nuggets of gold.

Just give
your lover
your full attention,
and they will do the same.