Then always sits just behind Now.
Wondering what he will do differently.
He gets going and he stops.
‘I can’t stop stopping me.’
If this is what better feels like,
Take me back to the same.
Only morning’s to blame as these dreams fade away.
Before you get it down.
Can’t get it all down and
Can never remember
In the morning.
She always stands right beside him.
Wandering with him, he moves differently.
He gets going, he can’t stop.
She says ‘chop-chop’ to me.
And then it is the morning.
Forgotten in the morning.
Before I get it down.
Before I can remember.
It happens every morning.
this is your life chuck johnson 