He spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower...
sometimes I'm really confused about my current standing in...hmm...just about everything. I know I'm not where I want to be right now and I honestly don't know how to change it this time. So...tomorrow I'm going to fix my bike (or maybe buy a new one), pack it and my guitar into my car, and drive down to Indy to stay with Sara and some of her friends in her apartment for the night. We will play guitar all night long and it will be wonderful. Then I will wake up, drive to work, and ride my bike with Sara a total of about 150 miles in two weeks. ...and that is the solution to all my problems. not working...not working at all.
on a different note, I should be going to Boston in a few weeks...then on to Washington with Katherine (maybe Laura if we pick her up in Boston)...then into Chicago for the Death Cab For Cutie and Modest Mouse show.
Why why why am I doing this...I've seen the highlights, but they don't mean anything anymore...it's just not what it used to be I guess.
"Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever"
on a different note, I should be going to Boston in a few weeks...then on to Washington with Katherine (maybe Laura if we pick her up in Boston)...then into Chicago for the Death Cab For Cutie and Modest Mouse show.
Why why why am I doing this...I've seen the highlights, but they don't mean anything anymore...it's just not what it used to be I guess.
"Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever"