I used to hope in Friday from Monday’s desert sand
Like a slave caught in Egypt longing for a better land
The weekend was my water, just the thought of being free
from my every inclination to be everyone, but me
I started wearing t-shirts I got from Goodwill
on that long, back stretch of my senior year
I was new wine they were my new wineskins
but looking back I see I still had yet to ferment
Pushing through every door, turning corners
trying to find me
Leaving home, leaving all on my shoulders
at my feet
Was it a fire or an ocean that was raging down deep?
Its hard to say...to put into words for a song that I can sing
I tossed my cap and the next day I was driving in my car
to North Carolina, to my summer job
They said I had the worst group and at first I agreed
Till days became weeks and my eyes began to see
These were boys not men and all they wanted was love
and I was just like them in need of a hug
Passing on never slowing are those tiny grains of sand
I can turn the glass over, but never stop the second hand
Moments turn to memories and memories fade, too fast, but some they stick around till you breathe
your last
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