Song Seven

What's my line?
I forgot my line
What's the next line?
I lose time, we built these lives

Pressing and watered down, and I return to take all of the first things offered
Second none associated now, and they're not all bad
But not all things are worth the time
It's a situation you got to like
Waited so long to be the one doing all the time
Where's your drive?

Reach out, I'm reaching out to break the passing down, to give away the secret
Better ways to show how we feel about it
And learning how to learn
Take time with every small thing, there is a lesson here
It's learning how to think, it's a process of becoming, a process of becoming
Now let's sink in, one more doubt

Will it fit against our will?
You keep your own lines
What now?

They just keep running
A found source running just in history, not a tradition, a source
They got caught with it at that precious moment
No thought of your own

Wanted the need to express, cultivated about distrust
A beautiful black line
I preach now to sacrifice the doubt, to give away the secret
Better ways to show how we feel about it

I'm learning how to write
Save time, save time
And I need someway, way to listen