song of the week…
little light, lead us through the night
and if we die, burn down the forest
chariots, carry us
distances we don’t care to walk
I’m on my way out
why doesn’t anyone I know sleep?
are they all just scared of their dreams?
when they lay their heads down at night
what are they haunted by?
why won’t anyone just close their eyes?
could it hurt them to rest for a while?
do they need their friends to be a lover?
or a lover to be a friend?
because I’m on my way out
well, I’ve tried
God knows that I’ve tried
I’m on my way out
one time, two times
three times again
sitting duck, running out of luck
our car’s stuck on the train crossing
