Bloggin' along...and driving...and other sorts of movement.
This song came to mind this evening.
Driving along
You can see all the people
Who seem to have nothing to say to each other
Each day they grow farther and farther away from each other
Driving along
You can spot all the problems
On faces so tired of facing each other
Each day they grow farther and farther away from each other
Surely not? Surely it doesn't have to be that way, always?
Driving along at fifty seven thousand miles an hour
Look at those people standing on the petals of a flower
Look at those petals pumping for a little bit of power
Well, there is some truth to that. I like the parts about the flower power.
Driving along
You can see all the people
Who seem to have nothing to say to each other
Each day they grow farther and farther away from each other
Well, that's hardly accurate. Harry, you artist. The farther we go away from each other, the less we can see of each other!
Silly Harry.
They seem to say nothing
They seem to go nowhere
They seem to go farther
They seem to go nowhere
They seem to go farther
They seem to go nowhere
They seem to go farther
And farther and farther
We gotta work on that shit.