Purple lightning snapped above a desolate town.
She sang quiet’s all I needed like she knew me.
Tilt my head up as I’m tailing down.
Closing my eyes as I splash through the ground.
Little dark and dirty down here.
Scary. Single little light spinning in the distance.
Think this thing’s still floating.
Darkness breeds beauty, I suppose.
Balance, for me, the great unknown,
but I think I’m getting used to it.
Send a smile, a song,
a signal, what you’re thinking.
No sinking.
She flipped and fell
into a hole that only a star would stumble upon.
I wrote my thoughts out years before I had them.
Living life in the wake, watching over.
Saw a sailboat sitting in the stars the other evening.
What if everything matters?
Lighthouse, lonely, but saving some days.
Fragile, still standing to help them find our way.
Orchids grew right on the sky Thursday night.
Maybe she knew we were watching.
Spinning in the distance,
to help us find our way.
this is your life chuck johnson 