Realistic rooftops chime in from a dream.
Until I talk to you, I won’t ever be me.
Jerry stumbles through,
he’s looking on the bright side.
I’ve gotta go if I’m gonna stick around.
We’ve gotta crawl if we’re gonna leave the ground.
People can change the way we perceive dark,
like dark can lend us a new lightness.
Midnight moonwalks,
leaving everything ahead of you.
Jerry’s ripping by.
The sky, a crashing light.
Soul gets swallowed by doubt,
though it’s years later that we figure that out.
Brushing wildflowers with fingertips.
Passing by nobody,
leaving everything ahead of you.
Corn maze pilot peruses stars.
Long lost distance travels far.
A soul stumbling through,
still looking on the bright side.
this is your life chuck johnson 