Can't believe that I thought anything goes

It's not the things you tried, it's the things you grow

It could take all night but I'm gonna know

It's not the things I fight, it's the vertigo

And I'm not so tired anymore. Like a nice cool (or little) breeze came through a door

wherever you go, it brings you back again,

Like they're moving the signs every now and then, so you

Finger the load, not where you've [could've] been,

Just wrinkle the toes so the eyes keep somethin' in.

Can't believe that I thought anything goes

It's not the fact you fly it's the fact you show

It could take all night but I'm gonna know

It's not the sleep at night, it's the overflow

No more fighting ourselves about ourselves.

It's not the let it ins, it's the let it goes.

Darryl Erickson ©2007