A sea foam background from his dreams.
Softened smile whispers just before it gleams.
I’ll wreck this from the start.
Little piece of why this whole thing’s art.
One thing that won’t be true, even if you mean it.
Say they, say they, they don’t know.
Wish for, wish for tomorrow.
Storms and sunshine come and go,
while some things seem to stay.
Wide-eyed, I don’t know.
Why’d I? I don’t know.
Maybe, lost in love.
Or, lost between too much and nothing’s ever enough.
Funny how we let these things erupt
into laughing about it later,
while we watch the rain.
A free form background, where he’s been.
Tired teeth whisper, a matter of when.
Can’t wreck a humble heart.
Little piece of why this whole thing’s art.
One thing that’s always true, even if you meant it.
What if, what if, they don’t know.
I will, I will tomorrow.
Watching sunsets start to glow,
while distance seems to fade.
Wide-eyed, I don’t know.
Why’d I? I don’t know.
this is your life chuck johnson 