Late one hell of a Tuesday night
I was pondering something so hard to describe
That I’ve been missing my own damn life
And I think I might be back again
And people got this way
Of forgetting who they are
It could be happening to you
You could be taking it to far
You could be thinking you’re immune
You could be thinking it’s impossible to lose yourself this way
To be that careless, it ain’t you
And I was thinking it
Must be the weather
And I was feeling it
Piecing it together
I think I knew it
Couldn’t last forever
And somewhere else
A sense of place
Another time
I saw myself
A locked embrace
A knowing sigh
I love this way
I got this right
Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?
And the early morning light seems strange reflected off the windows
And they blind me as I pass them by and I wonder
Did the Earth sit still while I left it here?
Did it stop its spinning and sit for years?
Will it start by the end of the summer?
Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?