I used become of everything
I used to know how to leave it alone
I can’t, but notice how it all shifts
And how all my hard work
Is nothing, but lint

I sit here alone
Just gesturing to you all
My heart seems to bleed
At the echoing call
I heard someone say
Nothing but may
Come to me now

I look all around me
My life open wide
To a world of possibility
Lingering in strides
If you could hear me
Hope is an image
Left down by the stars

CDs and cases stack up on shelves
I wish I could leave with a few quotable deals
Seeing the world as it should be
With rhythms and motions
Left down for us all

I sing to you now
Bleeding the leftovers
Of all I have known
And I don’t know where it is
But somehow I’m found