i say, go ahead you can laugh all you want, but i got my philosophy, and i trust it like the ground, that why my philosophy keeps me walking when i'm falling down

i remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn, constant quarreling, the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman, all the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth

so i'm ten years old again standing in the backyard waving at a train. . . andthe moment passes over us so lightly it feels like sand blowing over a dune and you try not to let your emotions show but it ain't a balloon you can just let go

it's three a.m. and were driving through the desert and the moons bright, so bright in fact i can almost write you without turning on the map light, but i gotta let you go now because its my turn to drive, but i'll have so much to tell you at home when we arrive

who's to say what's impossible, this world keeps spinning and with each new day, i can feel a change in everything. and as the surface breaks reflections fade but in some ways they remain the same and as my mind begins to spread its wings there's no stopping curiosity

we were just wasting time, let the hours roll by doing nothing for the fun, a little taste of the good life whether right or wrong makes us want to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay here for awhile. . . i shall miss this when it all rolls by, what a day, i wanna stay, stay, stay, stay stay here for awhile

♥

there is a point in your life when you hear songs like "the ocean" and "out on the tiles" and "kashmere," and you suddenly find yourself feeling like these songs are actively making you into the person you want to be. it doesn't matter if you've heard those songs 100 times and felt nothing in the past, and it doesn't matter if you don't normally like rock n roll and just happened to overhear it in somebody else's dorm room. we all still meet at the same vortex.

i play the eagles, and i take it easy. sometimes i find myself driving way over 100 mph, but there is no one around to care. this is what traveling is.

. . . we are unstoppable . . . !



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