sixfootdwarf

Out on the city streets
Everyone that I meet
Already knows my name
But I can’t say the same

’Cuz every day I wake
And all the names have been erased
And everyone I’ve met
Fades away into the sunset

I can’t recall
Knowing you, but knowing me
I might be wrong
But it don’t ring a bell to me
It’s been so long
Since I could place a familiar face
Where it belongs

While all this time flies by
No one bats an eye
Ants build their colony
Bees buzz ’round their hive

The sun beats down on me
A magnifying glass in the sky
Searching for signs of life
Among the the monuments to who knows why

The hell if I know

Maybe someday
We’ll make amends
For what’s been said

Maybe someday
We’ll be friends
Once again

Maybe someday
We’ll let go
Before the end

Maybe someday
Until then
We’ll pretend

Ticket in hand
For far away land
Rolling our bags
With everything packed

Rush to the gate
Hope we’re not late
Board single file
You take the aisle
I’ll take the middle seat

Wander the streets
Strange foods we eat
Capture the sights
On small black device

You pick the place
I’ll navigate
At our own pace
No need to race
We’ll get there eventually

At journey’s end
Postcards all sent
Back to the grind
Of everyday life

Anyone’s guess
Where we’ll go next
Flower and a bow
You in the window
Me in the middle seat

Break the bonds that bind you to this place
Wake up from this dreamlike state
Witness with this newfound sight
The shadows scatter from the light
The fire inside you burning bright
Luminate your way into the night
Escape from this dark cave tonight

Hush, close your eyes
and surrender to the night.
Embrace the faint twilight.

Hush, don’t be afraid.
To bed our heads we lay,
tomorrow come what may

Sleep now, your mind at ease.
Sleep now, sweetest of dreams.
And, when you wake,
a brand new day awaits.

Just know tomorrow, when you wake,
that the morning sun will kiss your face.
So let the darkness fade away.
Don’t be afraid, you’ll be okay.

I guess it’s been a real long time
since we last spoke.

But I can’t say that I mind,
this conversation’s old.

Another year, and I’m still here.
You’re still running from your ghosts.

’Cuz standing still is your greatest fear,
even though you’ve got nowhere to go.

You run away, but never toward.
Well, you won’t find me down that lonely road.

Everyone
under this great sun
is just running from themselves.

And every dog
thinks it might catch up,
chasing after its own tall.

All my friends are dead,
it’s just they don’t know that yet.
They’re still haunting me,
refuse to rest in peace.

Don’t you know it’s all right
to give up the ghost and forfeit this fight?
You’re six feet below, dressed in fine white.
Make yourself at home, it’ll be a long time.

All my loves are long gone,
but each left behind her song
singing me to sleep,
much too sweet to leave me be.

Don’t you know it’s okay
to let sleeping dogs lie where they may?
I dug my own hole, and that’s where I’ll stay,
so give up the ghost and drift on away.

Drift away, drift away, drift away from me.