some days you will remember
some days you will forget
you were full of truth
and I was dripping wet
life spread out like maps
or scraps
of paper on the floor
he calls himself an artist
so we call him that too
she calls herself a dreamer
but then so do you
ten thousand miles of road
stretching so far
If I look real close
I can see exactly who you are
traveling down this road
coming ever closer to you
starting to remember
what deep down you always knew
we are temporary beings
destined for the grave
all you know turns to dust
with only your soul to save
but clearly we are stars
manifest in earthly form
training for the heavens
seeking shelter from the storm
