How we get lost
going from here to there,
counting numbers in the air...
cheekbone to a cool stone wall.
See the fireflies in this mason jar?
They light my smile like a faded scar.
We used to wonder who we are,
these days we don't care...
How we get lost,
how we get lost,
going here to there.
How we get lost,
how we get lost,
counting numbers in the air.
And at times
it seems like we've been here
before but can't recall---
the old familiar signs have disappeared.
As in kind, we conjure from thin air
maps we pray will carry us
far away from fear
to some grace we engineer.
How we get lost,
how we get lost,
going here to there.
How we get lost,
how we get lost,
counting numbers in the air.
Our life's a song, like an old 45---
start to skip in the groove just to stay alive,
but when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Do stars align to light the way?
as the twilight fades to grey,..
will we rise and shine away?
