Where do I start?
Where do I go?
Did I move to fast?
Did I move to slow?
Is it part of a mystery I don’t yet
know?
I’d sure like to see how it all pans
out.
I can’t sleep tonight,
I’m too restless,
I can’t dream anymore,
It’s too hopeless,
Can’t even smell your hair
I’m still breathless,
From spinning in circles and running
about.
I’d turn and go,
If I could,
Move on down the line,
You know I should,
I’ll be alright knock on wood,
I never could leave well enough alone.
I’m stuck in time,
Lost in space,
Living on beans and rice
And God’s grace,
I’d sure like to move to a better
place,
Where my conscience is fully grown.
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