Under Your Chin

I sit and watch as the people walk by
I see the ripples on the water that is my mind
Step too close to the edge you may fall in
Turn around and kick yourself
Never to be seen again

Surrounded by trees that are surrounded by cars
Won't someone tell me where we really are
And the beam of light will travel on for miles
Until it hits you and makes you stay awhile
Time is a fleeting train or so it seems
All things will come in time but how much time will there be

The interruption of sound
Your thoughts are moving so fast and so loud
The lights are running thin
All this time it's been sitting under your chin



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Holthaus
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