Fuzzy images in my head

Of a different life or maybe better off dead

 

Pushing through a mountain of snow

Got nowhere to leave got nowhere to go

 

I’m higher than a kite ripping through the sky

I’m lower than a subway screeching through the night

 

I found a place to belong

It feels right when I’m writing a song

 

It’s easy and fun and light to the touch

My mind in a flow my body a rush

 

Like the touch of your hand on the bare of my chest

Searching madly in the dark to find what’s left

 

search for words, search for glory

Nothing left, looks like the end of my story

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