In time, they say, you will feel better,
but that’s only a cop-out,
and their advice is to catch a train to somewhere,
that makes you happier…
But you’ll find your bags are heavier than you’d expected,
weigh yourself with all the elephants neglected,
windows will find the demons to reflect,
your mind’s a house of mirrors hiding from regret…
so you’ll run away,
always approaching the same destination,
you’ll run away,
always approaching the same destination,
Well, Mary, don’t let these words make you feel discouraged,
cause I’m still here, and I’ve brought some tools,
a hammer to shatter the past and glue to mend your wounds,
we’ll reconstruct the world with my arms wrapped around you,
tie our worries to an angel’s back,
and watch them fly away,
from our place we can chase clouds,
as long as we build them fast with our imagination,
Well, Mary, can’t you see this is the ride you need?
a sober co-pilot to balance your extremes,
too high you’ll fall and too low and you’ll crash,
who needs plans when we can lie in bed?
Friday, May 9, 2008
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