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Drifter
by Jessye DeSilva
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Thirty-six and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
All these fears got me staring down ghosts in a coffee cup.
Wonder if all that I do is enough,
Or whether I locked the front door.
Did I pick up my keys? What's the meaning of suffering?
Could there be a life where I don't want more.
And now I'm just gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Sometimes darkness just swallows me up
And I can't see the sky through the trees.
My head feels like cotton.
My limbs ache, and I just can't breathe.
My next great idea's like a firefly, hovering ahead,
If I catch it, there's always ten more.
And I'm fishing for answers in treacherous waters.
I pull in the line and I've just caught the shore
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
The heart is a nomad who's finally found home,
But the mind is a drifter who wanders alone.
Want a soft place to land, but I can't touch down,
Fearing the crash.
Thoughts of falling through flame,
The sizzle of smoke and ash.
But your touch is a calm wind that wraps up my storms.
You are my refuge when my world's at war.
A quiet parade when I walk through the door.
And the noise is just...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Thirty-six and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
All these fears got me staring down ghosts in a coffee cup.
Wonder if all that I do is enough,
Or whether I locked the front door.
Did I pick up my keys? What's the meaning of suffering?
Could there be a life where I don't want more.
And now I'm just gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Sometimes darkness just swallows me up
And I can't see the sky through the trees.
My head feels like cotton.
My limbs ache, and I just can't breathe.
My next great idea's like a firefly, hovering ahead,
If I catch it, there's always ten more.
And I'm fishing for answers in treacherous waters.
I pull in the line and I've just caught the shore
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
The heart is a nomad who's finally found home,
But the mind is a drifter who wanders alone.
Want a soft place to land, but I can't touch down,
Fearing the crash.
Thoughts of falling through flame,
The sizzle of smoke and ash.
But your touch is a calm wind that wraps up my storms.
You are my refuge when my world's at war.
A quiet parade when I walk through the door.
And the noise is just...
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
