Soaking in the sunset
Kicking up a fire
Talking about the voices
Buzzing down the wire
Sitting in the backyard
Music at the table
Whispering the lyrics
Laughing because we’re stable
It’s in my head
All of this is in my head
None of this is real, only say it because I feel it
Maybe somebody will feel it
Or, maybe it’ll be
Imagination’s something when it’s real
Rocking on the front porch
Watching small birds dive
Back burnered the demons
Enjoying morning’s ride
Spilling with the sunrise
Dazing through the night
Underneath the distance
Somewhere in time’s bight
this is your life chuck johnson 