new song

[cicatrize]

i wake up
with my arm above my head
i'm asking questions in the middle of my sleep

and i know just what you said
and it's swimming through my head
like a refugee finding home

and i've got pine cones for eyes
and they're not letting in the light
so i can't wait for wintertime to come

i got sand in my shoes and i'm trying to run
from the questions that you ask and the questions that i want
and this existential drink i've got ain't taking me that far
so i'll pray to my G-d and i'll pray to yours
for some clarity on what is true and what is false
and where this old road ends and the next starts

i ride my bike
down the same hill each day
with the wind catching up in my throat

and i know just how it goes
the ebb and flow of this life
can be hard to see

though the shore it may recede
it will always return back to me
it'll come back home where it knows it should be.