something, somewhere, sometime.

A song to finish off the month of September. 

Sometimes I feel like an arrow

fighting something, somewhere long ago

Whether it moved or I missed or where I'm bound,

I don't yet know.

If you see me coming,

I'll probably pass you by

on my way to something, somewhere, sometime.

Sometimes I find myself reeling

twisting and rolling 

in a plastic sea. 

There's signs and signals

bidding for attention from me.

So turn on your sleigh

I will turn on mine

and we'll hum and glow

like something, somewhere, sometime.

And if I've wounded you, I'm sorry.

I had good intentions

If I've wounded you

I'm sorry

it happens all the time.

You remind me of a reason

had by someone so many years ago

some words through wise

build highways from coast to coast

but those words fell short

your roads have worn with time

on our way to something somewhere sometime

And if I've wounded you, I'm sorry

I had good intentions

If I wounded you

I'm sorry 

it happens all the time.

Sometimes I feel like an arrow,

fighting something, somewhere long ago