Ladybug there, stands staring at me.
I listen to my chest and I hear things so differently.
Sitting in the present, waiting on no idea.
Evening bird there, ho-humming at me.
I listen around this old town, I see things so differently.
Sitting with my own thoughts, whispering by my side.
Confusing lovey dovey.
The notion that bigger’s happening
somewhere all around us.
I’ve never done that, now I don’t know what to do.
That was out of my mind, or more in me than ever.
From here I can’t tell which way that bird’s headed
so nothing ever ends.
Ways, some words that remind me what I need.
Were you the ring from Coral Springs?
For years I’ve been feeling
this is happening tomorrow.
For now, I’m headed home.
Woman’s drive there, not wheeling at me.
I listen to my mind and I mean things so differently.
Painted as an evening, sent to be a sunrise.
Tired eyes there, just looking at me.
I listen to my soul, I must read things so differently.
Painted in a mirror, taken as reality.
For years I’ve been feeling
this is happening tomorrow.
this is your life chuck johnson 