(An excerpt from a new song)

Maybe if we thought

Of our lives as afterthoughts,

My heart would stop its racing

And my mind would stop its pacing.

And maybe if we knew

That our thoughts aren’t always true

We’d build ourselves a rocket ship

And fly up to the moon.

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Don’t you know

I’ve been on my own

For too long?

Don’t you know

Just to feel you close

I wrote a song?