He doesn’t come around some days
He walks around most days
Comes around corners talking to angels or ghosts
Whoever is the quietest
Gone to find his echo
He says to speak your mind most days
He speaks his mind some days
Laughs about lifetimes flirting with tides and the hills
Whichever was the quietest
Gone to find his echo
Gets afraid
Goes away
A world so cruel if you don’t misbehave
Always back at the end of the sunset
Leaking voided colors past a sky
He left to come around these days
He’s still stuck on time most days
Sticks it to people fighting the change and vicious
Whatever is the quietest
Gone to find his echo
He ran for peace and calm those days
He talks to clowns most days
Bringing the laughter wisdom and subtle nights
Wherever is the quietest
Goes away
A world so cruel if you won’t misbehave