With the sun setting
and the wind blowing
while the musics playing
I’m smoking a cigarette.
I weave in and out
and my speed builds up
as the towns pass by.
This is bliss.
I’m free as a bird
and theres noone around.
Steady as she goes
down that country road
and I arrive.
So has my smile.
The laughter subsides
The feeling takes hold
Alone in a place
For me it is cold.
I’m reachin out to touch something
But I can’t seem to grasp it.
I dont know what it is.
Maybe this dream will come true.
I know i’m not dreaming,
but these feelings have passed.
Why do I feel happiness at last?
Questioning, always questioning.
Answers, I need fucking answers.
I wonder what would happen if?
Should I do that or should I do this?
A never changing elusitivity maybe.
Factors I’ve been told but to me so rare.
Manipulation isn’t my game,
here I am, for you, laid bare.
When I seen those eyes, 3 years and a bit;
but could I not fall into.
It could have been far, and so it was;
still they glisten as mine might.
Be it spring or summer, as it occurs who cares;
yet I’ll still be there if you differ, well
memories have passed, yet still they come;
amongst the crowds they might happen.
I can hear the music, still she shines;
Can I ever alter the clocks?