You keep walking into that wall.
Just take a step back.
See that door?
That door’s to someplace new.
Unknown, different, uncomfortable. Kinda like me.
Someplace new takes getting used to.
See that door?
That door’s to someplace new.
Unknown, different, uncomfortable. Kinda like me.
Someplace new takes getting used to.
What decides on the decisions I make?
Way out at sea and I don’t see a wake.
Three piles of life on one plate.
My ashtray’s asking for a smoke break.
So, what of this really matters?
You keep falling onto that ball.
Just take a step up.
You want more?
There’s more inside of you.
Familiar, different and comfortable. Kinda like me.
Being you takes some getting used to.
Don’t think. You’ll breathe.
All this all is, is tension and release.
this is your life chuck johnson 