Kirsty Mcgee Something Going On
It’s funny how the water always falls down to the
ground
And now matter how you listen, the voices make the same
old sound.
You hear them in the evening, when the sun sings far
alone
You’ll hear them sing some kind of melody familiar as
your own familiar face.
You do not recognize tonight,
That’s why you’re sure there must be something going
on.
And you notice in the mirror, like you noticed once
before
That there are signs of age upon you, and gradually you
notice more and more.
The years that change your skin a prominence of bone,
And where you once a light within your eye, your eye is
still a somewhat river stone.
That drags the river to its heart
That’s why you’re sure there must be something going
on,
And it’s tearing you apart.
And there is color in the cheek, but there is sadness
in the smile,
Not that is anyone to notice like that, anyone has
noticed for a while.
And you try to make a difference, you try to bluff that
every smile,
And while you swim away your broken heart it’s rodded
by the day to feel worthwhile.
And there are evenings when you wish the sun would
stay,
If only staid to keep you company, to keep the night at
bay
‘cause nights are longer than you’d want
That’s why you’re sure there must be something going
on,
‘cause life is nothing like before.
