Jan 9 / 63 – Carbon Leaf – letras

This is an atypical day (it’s the State we’re in):Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring.This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and badKooked by caffeine, Sky Wind MachineAnd the car absorbs it all – shake, shift, rattle at me(We’re both suckers for scenery)Should weather not match the mood?Conjure old anti-trust flaws:Run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same.Simplicity, where’s the needle today?All stacks of hay…~ Jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~Nonlinear thoughts on this linear roadBluster me. Entangle – spider web spun(‘Make hay while the sun shines…’)We’re not victims here;we choose our way, hunt the gameChase to balance empty palettesBut there are emotions…and relatives and…I’m relatively poor with social ills.(Voluntary solitude doesn’t pay the bills!)Finding balance, you’ll find, is that poignant, pointy clichéStacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain.Simplicity, where’s the needle today?In…all stacks of hay. Hey!Pop up unannounced, take aim!’One Day’ is today, and I’m on your tail…Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield)Elusive… catch rest for the day.I don’t want replicated HistoryFired in a kiln of silence and insecurityBut you find sometimes that you’ve worked so hardyour perspective has been chipped awayAnd it’s hard to speak the mind, when emotions don’t take sidesFind the balance: Show don’t tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)We are the history of a coin! We are an out-of-control grin![CHORUS]