Adrift — by SQUID

June 5, 2008

(Give us a listen, do)

When I was a little kid
Riding in the car,
Sometimes I’d look to see
No hands upon the wheel.
No parent in the seat,
Nobody to slow it down,
Strapped too tight
To reach up front
And take the wheel–
I hope we stay on the road.

On my first day of class
I opened my front door.
Southbound birds and falling leaves
Swirled beneath my feet.
Further at the foot of the cliff,
The sea devoured the rain.
The closing sky took a heavy breath,
My vision swam,
I fell with a splash to my desk.

All throughout the day
The lightning bolts were too far away,
And I couldn’t see
To find my way to shore, but I

Knew there was an end,
Though the means ran thick with ashes and dust.
I swam with the current
Till the waters rolled more pure.

And now I’m older and smart,
With my own hands on the wheel,
But I’m not far down the road before I’m

Slamming on the breaks,
Spinning the car around.
I come to a sliding stop
To face the setting sun.
It’s burning a way through the frozen haze.
The world is turning in a drunken craze.
I should be afraid,
I should dig in my heals,
I should like to get off,
But I’ve learned enought that I

Know there is an end
Though the means run thick with ashes and dust.
I’ll Swim with the current
Till the waters roll more pure.

And now I’m older and smart,
With my own hands on the wheel,
But I’m not far down the road before I

Halt.
Stop.
But the Earth turns over again,
And the filthy slush slides away
Over the edge, lost
In the night pit.
Oh let it fall,
Oh let it fall
Un-mourned.
Only save up your tears for the dawn
When He’ll loosen His grip on the thorns,
And the petals fall into drifts
At the side of the road,
A soft landing for all the lost and aimless cars.

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