Something for the Silence

If I could walk, I’m sure I’d fly
I’m like that man, I’m not this guy
Instant distance learns to crawl
when I look back, I lose my mind

Again

It’s all left unfinished
There’s something to be said for the silence
I dream of jazz and fall apart
and whisper to a lonely heart
Suddenly silence starts to start

Again

A head runs through the streets
A body tosses and turns grey sheets
Present cannot find Time’s beat
Dozing off til morning seeps
into the springs that lie beneath

Again

It’s all left unfinished
There’s something to be said for the silence
I dream of jazz and find unclear
When whispers bring up ancient fear,
suddenly silence disappears

Again

If I could run, I bet I’d soar
I’m not that lost, I’m something more
Leave me right on the wrong road
When I get home, can’t find the door