I believe most men live their lives longing for something more, but feeling unable to do anything about it - what Thoreau called "a quiet desperation." Adrift at work, adrift in relationships, basically just adrift. And it's not anything new; I'm sure it's been happening for hundreds of years. Day follows day, and then suddenly you wake up and think, "I wish I had worn my passions on my sleeve more often," or "I wish I had taken more chances," or "I wish I hadn't watered myself down as much." I wrote this song back when I sensed that I was becoming that man.
Lost in Code
Your compass spins around me,
Which way is North?
My magnets always interfere;
It's darting back and forth.
Safely tucked away and forgotten, lost in code we never really knew at all,
I won't say it and so you'll never know. Let silence break the fall.
Come little hand, come big hand
Like clockwork, slip slide
To twilight where memories fade
What a perfect place to hide...
Safely tucked away and forgotten, lost in code we never really knew at all,
I won't say it and so you'll never know. Let silence break the fall.
