Hey mister
Won’t you help me get from A to
B?
Don’t know how to spell
Never had any epiphany
you speak of
haphazardly
Not seeing the cracks in the road
Where we stumble
You say you feel the bomb blasts underground
When you’re bouncing around the hall
In your own world of
XYZ
You say each day is the end times
Well I’m just trying to get from A to
B
Won’t you hold your hand out strong?
I’m tired of pleasantries
We’re not at a gallery
Gazing from portrait to landscape
We don’t know no pleasant trees
No silver mountain peaks
No crescent moons
Just take me one step ahead
Because I’m losing my way
I’ve done tried everything they told me
Going in your direction
Along your destiny
Maybe it’s time
You came over here with me
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