Walking Papers 2

Right In Front Of Me

It’s time to drop the anchor

The storm is closing in

I can see it in the clouds

I can smell it on the wind

I’m floating on the black

In the back of your eyes

On an ocean of tears

Under desolate skies

There’s light in the distance but it makes it hard to see

What’s right in front of me

The tornado touches down

And it grabs a hold of me

There’s no one else around

Not as far as the eye can see

Where do you stop?

Where do I begin?

With pockets full of rocks

I’m learning to swim

There’s light in the distance but it makes it hard to see

What’s right in front of me

I didn’t choose

I didn’t have a choice

I was drawn in like a sailor

To a siren’s voice

Now you wear me around your neck like jewelry

Like a promise waiting to be broken

There’s light in the distance but it makes it hard to see

What’s right in front of m