Slowly We Can, Carry On

Sunlight beams trap dust mites suspended in the heavy air
Floating up from the cushion on the old rocking chair
Gently creaking, early evening, tipping slowly back and forth
Casting curvy shadows on the shiny parquet floor
There's a faded tapestry of her majesty
She stares across at me
I'm sure she would agree
This is not how life is supposed to be

Butterflies flutter by as random thoughts in my brain
Moving forms fading in and out, shouting vivid restless dreams
Straining my mind to identify, what they might mean
But nothing makes much sense any more
Is this the beginning?
The beginning of the end?
I just want to hug and kiss my friends

So, I sit in the shadows, playing my guitar
Singing with hope from afar
Slowly we can, Carry on
Find our way out and move on
Slowly we can
We may be lonely tonight
I hope it won't be too long, slowly we can, carry on

My gaze drifts over to a painting hanging on the wall
A single sailing ship shelters in a Flemish port
The sky is growing darker with a fast-approaching storm
A father and son rowing hard, trying to reach the shore
There's another picture, in the style of Van Gogh
Sunflowers in yellow
A cry of happiness
Sad Vincent running from his loneliness

From isolation to desolation
In suspended animation
Then endless conversations
With our ourselves as we sit alone
So, I will write some words of comfort
And send my love to you

So, I sit in the shadows, playing my guitar
Singing with hope from afar
Slowly we can, Carry on
Find our way out and move on
Slowly we can
We may be lonely tonight
I hope it won't be too long, slowly we can, carry on