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DRIVEN BY FORMS

I wasn’t gonna work things out

I do what I can when I have to

I wasn’t gonna work things out

There’s just so much I have to remember

And that’s life, I understand this

 

it’s a two way street

 

Transfer me under the sun

 

I wasn’t gonna do what you want

And you seem to take issue with what I’m gonna do

And my solution was just to change my belief

Who deserves it more than me?

 

A rope to wander on

For us to hold onto

Don’t you know we all are learning

 

it’s a two way street

 

 

HOUR 73

In and out of sleep, 
for days 1,2,3

Every face I know, 
parade in a row

Familiar sounds; the week is out

Neighbors, the sun; I miss everyone

 

Entered the forest
where it was darkest

To know the path
was yet uncharted

But I got lonesome, broken and cold

I will heed your call, time to come home

 

It’s now hour seventy three

For a moment, so brief

Feel the wind against skin

The light so magnificent

 

It gets easier

 

It gets easier

 

 

BACK OUT

It all surrounds you

In and around you

A call comes through

From without, a rescue

 

Call out to me

Before you leave

Down the road

We both know

Holds nothing

New or beautiful

 

Come home

Come on home

It’s open and warm

On the other shore

 

It all surrounds you

In and around you

A call comes through

From within, a rescue

 

Call out to me

Before you leave

Down the road

We both know

Holds nothing

New or beautiful

 

Come home

Come on home

It’s open and warm

On the other shore

 

GOLDEN GROVE [Heal You]

This satellite song trial

Been blinking for a while

And no one’s coming home

I wash my shoelaces

And count my pennies too

 

Please

Heal you

Come on

Heal you

please

 

The keyboard’s quiet

And the curses roll

Back In New Orleans

How I was a fool

I thought about you

Like you were brand new

But your not you’re old

And I have been thinking

 

Please

Heal you

please

Heal you

Come on

Heal you

 

 

COST ILLS

 

A struggle to breathe

The sea is too beast-like

Conscious, so conscious

beneath each line

 

Just don’t want an elusion

Don’t want illusions (do you?)

See the set up, and we get it

Just enough to keep us

 

When I stop

And go outside

Then I see

Some humanity

 

Pursuing the wrong thing

The wrong dream

We want our own thing

Our own dream

 

Object-Process-You & Me-Community

 

We angle to reach

From deep in the di-vide

Constant, so constant

We need free time

Aims and trades

Could coincide

Then we’d be

A community

 

Pursuing our own thing

Our own dreams

Beyond your own thing

Our own dreams