February 2012
20 posts
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
—Ron Clarke
Listen
They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
Can you see the lights
Can you hear the hum
Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we get it wrong
And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I’ve known
And you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true
I was sleeping
My eyes were dark
Til you woke me
And told me that opening
Is just the start
It was…
Now I see you, til kingdom come
You’re the one I want
To see me
For all the stupid shit I’ve done
Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you’d know me
And you know me
Blooming up from the ground
Three rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
You know me
So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them
And the criss cross
Of what is true
Won’t get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you
And the fog of what is right
Won’t cover us
Cause you know me
I could not give up a fight
Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you’d know me
And you know me
Blooming up from the ground
Three rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
You know me
