lines on the road

a song in progress:

you flew into my city
to see another friend of yours
we'll pretend not to know each other,
in these new lives
that we have forged
but you'll be sleeping on my open floor (heart) tonight
we will make nothing of it
and i'll pretend that i don't mind,
that catching up on lost time
is only cause it is convenient
tonight

and you know, when you go
i'll be counting the lines on the road
until i remember,
this life moves slow
but it's always moving along

and we don't ask why
we just hold our tongues
but we all become lovers,
beneath tomorrow's sun
in every line,
on that road

the one i'm thinking of, he's got eyes as wide as diamonds
and he's running wild tonight, just across east river's skyline
yeah, he's filling up his hands, with the trappings of the flesh, oh
just to try,
and ease his mind

and you know, when you go
i'll be counting the lines on the road
until i remember,
that love moves slow
but it's always moving along

and we don't know why
sometimes we fuck it up
but we will melt into lovers
beneath, tomorrow's sun
in every line,
on that road

hanging heavy in this starlight air,
they are baking tomorrow's, daily bread
to prepare for all the starving bodies
who do not know that they
are hungry yet
i can smell it oh so strong,
thought that i felt it on my tongue
but i could not
quite taste it yet
and it's funny how sometimes
senses we normally rely on can deceive
us just like that

and you know, when I go
i'll be counting the lines on the road
til i remember,
that this life moves slow
but it's always moving along

and we don't know why
we always get it wrong
and we will find our answers
beneath, cathedral skies
and in every line,

on that road

in every line,
yet to come

perspective

a tiny dot upon the ocean, can be the most beautiful of things.