LA Traffic got me feeling like
the first night you let me go
nowhere left to go
but I keep moving forward, toward only heaven knows
but little did we know our instincts took control
what we thought was gold was ready to explode
primed and set to blow, cynicism overload
sitting in a pretty city with little left to gloat
an extra sensory perception or so I’m told
adds little comfort to my soul.
This boston cold
got me feeling like the night you chose to leave
chasing the sun, numb, chattering teeth
now I wonder where every road will lead
as I roam these streets, the signs posted read
that the golden dream is postponed for me
so I’ll go and eat at the local feed
Staying open late for me
And all the other folks who breath
the brisk snow inhaled into their lungs
freezing every note of every potential song
untold tales, cuz tolled bells cannot be unrung

and with a BANG they’re all triggered into motion
I was frozen in the moment but I don’t think anyone noticed
and with a BANG they all wish they saw it coming
we’re all running from something, now they’re confronting their judgement

the sun is beating down
there’s perspiration on our skin
a million feet that stomp the ground
determination in the wind
there’s nowhere left to run but forward
but what are we running toward

the sunset got me thinking of a few things
that ran away off into the western seabreeze
and these pleas didn’t really do a damn thing
to maintain the hands I cling
and its so beautiful to see such a scene
a creature being set free
a sun lying behind the hills to catch a few hours of sleep
and as it ran away and my cheeks covered in tears
a moon came to me and alleviated my fears
she wasn’t as bright, but she definitely shined
contrasted amongst the dark blanket of the night
the stars barely compete in surrounding her in the sky
and it was around the time i came about and realized
that she was fun, and i loved it, but it just wasn't the sun
and I found myself longing for the daytime on my tongue
but the sunrise got me wondering if I even want another day
another attempt at the same mess that already chose to walk away
so what do you do when the things that make you happy
just don’t cut it
how do you let go of what you outgrow when nothing else can spark the summit
no more sense of east and west,
stressed, unease unrest
conceive a blessed piece of nest
beyond my reach in neverland
i never flew i’ll never fly
these stellar beings were just too much
i never should have taken a chance to touch em
because the rush
got me feeling like the rest of my life is decaf
saw death in the front, saw my life when i reached back
and when i tried to turn around was unable to re-act
I ran reverse and mirrored the tar and concrete track
pitch black. fire red.
several injured.
several dead.
which am I.
wheres my head.
i’m losing breath and mind and rest.

and with a BANG I am triggered into motion
I was frozen in the moment rekindled with the explosion
and with a BANG I really wish I saw it coming
I was looking for something, now I’m confronting my judgement

the sun is beating down
there’s perspiration on our skin
a million feet that stomp the ground
determination in the wind
there’s nowhere left to run but forward
but what are we running toward

the sign says “finish line”
but is that really the goal?
Encourage cardio to fire up your mortal soul
they Blew it apart, now we’ve got to rebuild Rome
and I just hope the bridges I burned
will light my way home