Losing things was always my curse
I need somewhere for my things to immerse...
This man, Roger Jo.
All dressed up and ready to go...
Soon good day
Smiles meet wet lips...
Will always seem to
miss the mountains except when...
I'm not getting any younger
I realize that, heavy hearted...
I wander, searching for that one spark,
I search through the light, scour through the...
Like Cinderella but with an attitude
I'm busy day to day...
It starts at evening, the silent weave of scent
billowing through the door, seeping in the carpet...
It seems the higher we go,
the clouds turn to fog...
Oh voices oh voices
Inside of my head...
I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...
What a peaceful state of mind
So let me rest my weary soul...