Food
To My Thoughts
Here I sit and
cast my gaze
Looking out into
the world
Watching the comings
and goings
Totally withdrawn,
Sitting down in
my place
Seeing all there
is to see
As the people
go to and fro,
Adding words to
my world.
Chorus:
Sitting here whistling
away
To the tune in
my head,
Am I really in
heaven?
Or living down
the road
Up a long right
of way?
Gazing out into
the night,
The moon begins
to rise,
In the darker
half of the sky
Completely exposed.
As the shadows
of the moon
grow shorter all
the while,
I wonder of the
dark side,
Adding food to
my thoughts.
Chorus:
Sitting here whistling
away
To the tune in
my head,
Am I really in
heaven?
Or living down
the road
Up a long right
of way?
How can I tell,
Beyond another
bleary dawning
Of a brand new
day
That everything
will be okay?
How do I know
Beyond intoxication
of the mind,
When another scotch
Aids the mental
healing process?
Staring out to
the morn,
The mist begins
to lift,
Revealing another
sunny day,
despite the forecast.
As the fragments
of the night
give way to the
passing of time,
I wonder of the
lighter side,
Why I can't get
the joke.
Chorus:
Sitting here whistling
away
To the tune in
my head,
Am I really in
heaven?
Or living down
the road
Up a long right
of way?
