Give me your time
Give me your space
Give me your hurdles and we’ll win the race
A wandering sea
A one, two, and three
A skip of a stone from heaven
While standing alone
An old microphone
Hears an old thought and projects it
Falling up to a sidewalk
Cover opens up, starts to talk
To change a breath, to shift a day
To catch the tide, to drift away
Show me your world
Show me your smile
Show me your tightrope and we’ll fall in style
A slithering tone
A walk until known
A skip through a hallway to heaven
While cleaning at night
A flickering light
Spots an old sound and collects it
To change a breath, to shift a day
To catch the tide, to drift away
this is your life chuck johnson 