white like smoke bleeds into the open air
from dimly lit horizons bent on changing your mind toward something more anchored than I could ever be, something more engaging and easier to see.
so quiet and calm in the sunlight
on a sunday morning is all i expect
from growing older and more content
with having little of what i wanted
and having little of what i have gained.
i'll forfeit what i'd like to call to call my home
and what little left that i own
for a heartfelt apology or a heartfelt war.
i guess it's better if you lead us away.
stay and celebrate the new year.
fall asleep with your conscience right
and your eyes set forward.
remember those late night stories
and every wide-dream that left you singing
"o captain, o captain;
can i find my way through this night and am i welcome on my way back home?"
it's more than shallow water.
it's more than fertile land.
i remember every miscalculation
and every slight of hand.
stay and celebrate the new year.
from dimly lit horizons bent on changing your mind toward something more anchored than I could ever be, something more engaging and easier to see.
so quiet and calm in the sunlight
on a sunday morning is all i expect
from growing older and more content
with having little of what i wanted
and having little of what i have gained.
i'll forfeit what i'd like to call to call my home
and what little left that i own
for a heartfelt apology or a heartfelt war.
i guess it's better if you lead us away.
stay and celebrate the new year.
fall asleep with your conscience right
and your eyes set forward.
remember those late night stories
and every wide-dream that left you singing
"o captain, o captain;
can i find my way through this night and am i welcome on my way back home?"
it's more than shallow water.
it's more than fertile land.
i remember every miscalculation
and every slight of hand.
stay and celebrate the new year.