Do you know where we left off?
Backyard, just left of the neighbors place.
Outside, old house, same little table I’m at now,
you were gone.
You went out flying.
Brilliance rides the wind.
Bottle of wine in the morning.
Coffee, walking through to sit outside.
Kitchen, fixing noodles for whenever you swing
back around.
Then you went flying.
You don’t mind the wind.
Turbulence never made much sense to me.
What can you do, but try to be happy?
I finally found home inside of me.
For now, you’re flying.
That alarm was screaming.
Open door to breathing.
Something like deceiving.
This stuff doesn’t leave,
and for now, you’re flying.
Turbulence never made much sense to me.
What can you do, but try to be happy?
I finally found home inside of me.
this is your life chuck johnson 