It's either moving too fast
or too slow
play the string gently now
pull the bow
so tired
why are you down?
woke up at the laundromat
with clothes to clean
the tv's dripping sound down
into a life you can dream
smoke breathes through
an empty room
i get the feeling you'd understand
pulls you all around
turns you up and down (can't live without it)
a good day is just a red shirt tumbling in between
a dollar wins the lottery
when pigs can fly
folding paper airplanes
and circling classifieds
time luring
back outside it's a blue sky