Sleeping in
Don’t let this thing find midnight
Nothing ends
Just circles right past midnight
Nothing ending
Lost, befriending shells
Beaches that reach far beyond anything you’ll see
From down there
Climb on up to taste fresh air
Wandering, eyes love to roll over
Looks like a devil meets gazelle
Think I’d like to know that
Seeping in
Don’t let this thing hit midnight
Shoes that fit
On air, twirling well past midnight
Just beginning
Found and grinning hell
Told things to mold minds but that was left behind
Here we shine
Climb on up the feeling’s fine
this is your life chuck johnson 