ferrydust

Is there understanding amidst of all these words?
Is there compassion busy in the word?
Can we shake the grit out? Can we make it better?
Dance like a drum circle beach fire in the wind..
All the lies of bluer skies descend..
No one’s better off without a friend..
I won’t stand for losing you again.
There has got to be a better way to move on.

What now did change here under quiet skies?
Presence of absence color up our lives
through clouds of emotion, broken record songs,
road just kept going and the world carried on.

And all the lies of bluer skies descend.
No one’s better off without a friend.
I won’t stand for losing you again.
There has got to be a better way to move on.

As time becomes precious, a true commodity
I’m waiting to be whole now, I’m ready for some peace
I’m breaking like China, fragile to the bone.
But I’ll follow you through anything; I’m ready to come home.

And all the lies of bluer skies descend.
No one’s better off without a friend.
I won’t stand for losing you again.
There has got to be a better way to move on.