A Little Off Course


Clinging to train stations
Looking for a song
It has a melody that I can’t sing
And the words keep coming out wrong

Maybe I’ve nothing to say
But I’ll keep singing anyway

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It’s time to take this chance to step back a bit and stare
Standin’ to close to comfort but to comfortable to care
Cast-iron ideals like to make-believe their real
Heels heavy held back by the burden of a
Black and white life
And a black and white mind
My god, I find I need to get goin’
Take some time away from trying to be taught
‘Til I’ve thought a little more about what I think I know, Hand
Feelin’ for a trigger or a chain to break
A change to make for changin’s sake, oh and

And wake up to half a world away…

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Curtain rises to a dusty riverside
By side
Standin’ there, motorcycle hair
Staring at the backs of our eyelids,
Two kids
Kickin’ it care free, stylee

Catchin’ sun as it’s tumblin’ down

Round about and a little off course
We get-a-rollin’ down the road to the river’s source
I say we settle down here
Make a bed out of sand
And while the water plays the music
The wind’s its biggest fan
If you had any plans on this sunny afternoon
They can wait ‘til later unless later’s too soon

Oh, you don’t speak my language, so
I’ll use what little of yours I know
Go with the flow
What we can’t say, we’ll sing
Livin’ it up and lettin’ laughter ring.

But I couldn’t help but think
I wonder if we’re laughing at the same thing

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Open now to forty thousand feet above the ground
Sounds like that dream we all have
Where we are flying
And I am trying
To make some conversation
With a pretty little lady lookin’ like she’s got a lot to say
You know the way
Sometimes you can skip the small talk
And move right in to the moments that really matter
You know, it’s sad but we all suffer a small shock
When a first meeting’s made of more than pre-made mindless chatter
Like “Hey, how you doin'?”

She turns around to say to me
How tattoos are like memories
And before I’m aware
I’m falling hard for a harlequin
Who’s got her heart etched on her skin
And woven in
With her windowless stare
And there’s something in the air like we’re wasting our time
Maybe it’s the coffee, but
Maybe it’s the wine
Or maybe it’s the way her moves are mirroring mine
Leaving everything wide open
Hands aside
And lips aligned

And maybe I’m just here ‘til I find something better
And maybe you’ve got something up your sleeve
And maybe we’re in for some nasty weather
But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna’ be the
First to leave

By Dylan Southard