Nothing filled me up today
Then nothing left, it went away
Now I stand with way too much
Now I spin til out of touch
Would you get me
Would you speak
Understand
Quiet confusion
What’s the plan
Is there one at all
I think we’d have a ball
Kicking feet up, lively leads
Locomotives gaining speed
Now I shoot off like a sound
Now I breathe and I slow down
Would you need me
Would you give
Understand
Riotous unions
What’s the plan
I will make the call
I think we’d have a ball
Summer breeze beyond our knees
History or fantasy?
this is your life chuck johnson 