Lost in Code

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.