Once it was that I was told, life has deadlines
Though different for every soul to shine
Let for you an ending pressure the sense of urgency
To make all living worth its while in everything you'd maybe be
In the edge of nowhere, I had a funny dream
Of if I went into the middle, what I might've seen
A lot of people waving to strangers I don't know
In the middle of this nowhere, they had learned to say hello
Another funny question, one which you might have asked
What became of all the moments we had let to pass?
Shouldn't we have idled here less than all our time
Searching for the problems that were never..... yours or mine?
Where, where did I go?
You would never follow
Me, what could I say?
You would only have your way
Though an undergrad romantic, I have played the bachelor's game
Why would I need my doctorate? I am called by my first name
Modify the gradients of words you choose to say
And after tonal studies, reinvent your..... shades of gray
Write from a guilty memory your semblance of what's real
In stream of conscience rambling, you'll only get a feel (That's consciousness!)
For a sense of true essence, all wit now is receding
In all the things you'd like to say are words..... devoid of meaning
Never feeling how it was you felt that you should feel
Never realizing all it was you thought was real
Freehanding the lifelines that you couldn't trace
Never knowing why it was we couldn't leave this place
Giving only what it was you knew you could give
Behaving like an introvert does not make you pensive
No time for peripheral friends, keep who matters most
For every important loved one, well here's a healthy toast
Storing up relation for eventual recurrence
The social life you're saving's a self-assessed endurance
(Overlapping thought and word, one facade is enough
In all my literary years, I've yet to call the bluff
On what it is I'm trying to say and what I really mean
My semiotic factory is just a word machine)
Distracted by tangential thought, won't someone shut me up?
I'm getting tired of myself, all notions are enough
To send away what lingers of a bare and swollen eye
To the beauty of a world that I have let to pass me by
(Why is it that I can’t find myself to be ok?
I keep on thinking all the time that maybe someday
I’ll find my place, and I will be very much happy
If I could only get back to where I see)
Palm the yawn into a face, exacerbating sighs
Exhaled carbon dioxide will fill an empty sky
Too bad facial gestures aren't seen on the phone
Bilingual differences aren't set in Rosetta Stone
In the edge of nowhere, I had had a funny dream
Of if I went into the middle, what it all would mean
How every person gathered there, I still have yet to know
In the middle of this nowhere, they had learned..... to say hello
credits
from Two on a Bench,
released November 5, 2013
Lead Vocals and Ukulele by Dax Schaffer.
Bass Guitar by Steven Ray Morris.
Singer/Songwriter. Some of my more personal songs are collected here. Mostly melodies written on ukulele and acoustic guitar. Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoy listening.
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