Good Luck How To Live Here
Here we are in this world.
I don't know how we got here, but somehow we learned
how to live here.
Now our brains are too big for our heads. They're
expanding.
You can order your life through meticulous planning,
but it's a crapshoot
when things unexpectedly start to move faster.
And you try to avert a disaster.
But you can't always get what you're after.
I know you know this.
We all want to feel content,
but we need more than a place to shit and to lay a bed.
If sometimes living doesn't terrify you, if love
doesn't pulverize you, then where are you at?
Where's the power in that?
Though it's been nothing but complicated
since the first time that two people dated,
and your heart makes you deathly afraid,
it's all you've got.
Is it impossible, friend?
Is it only a dream to find truth in the visions you
see?
Or to believe the love that I'm waiting for is
somewhere waiting for me?
Well maybe the way to get what you want
is to stop waiting for it to show up.
Have faith in the wind and the rain it will come (but
only if you let it come).
Yeah, everyone feels alone.
Maybe more, maybe less, maybe this year or next or when
they grow old.
But what a bogus affliction!
It's the human condition. We all want affection
and the sound of another heartbeat.
Maybe when this ends and the stars all call down for me
it'll finally make sense, or just as likely still be
mystery.
I don't know where you are my friend,
I don't know if I'll ever know.
But maybe you'll be there when it's time to go
