when all the world was tripping
I was in my room
writing songs for no one
hoping you would show up soon
now that world is sleeping
I’m somewhere near the moon
sailing in a spaceship
built in my blue room
the destination’s changing
the world will carry on
as I steer my baby further
than was ever dreamt upon
I think of all the travel bags
that led me to this page
all the roads to nowhere
that hollow empty stage
that drew me in succinctly
with a promise and a price
took a while to figure out
best slow roll your own dice
now the view’s amazing
now I do not care
for how the cards should fall
I’m all in with fresh air
so baby I am tripping
and the game’s not even started
the one where we redraw the lines
of what the world has charted
I guess it’s just the season
where no worries come and stay
but I’m on rocket fuel
tomorrow’s built today