Jeanna Murphy: Music

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Just another "life not going fast enough" angst song. There are always more questions then there are answers. We always wonder if we are doing the right things at the right times in the right ways and this is my salute to that confusion.

 

Have I forgotten the words to say?

Have they whispered themselves away?

How do I reach inside my mind?

What is it in there I want to find? What should I leave be?

Where is the real me?

Can’t even understand myself

Tucked under bed sheets, living in my pillowcases

I don’t even know where I begin so I’ll walk away

 

Seasons will come and they will go

All along the way we’ll never know

What is waiting ‘round the bend

When will the circles never end?

Running round in circles, tripping on my shoelaces

I never ever understand the world

Too many mousetraps, too many footsteps

Watching individuality walk away

 

Rumors of a chance that isn’t clear

Time to face the music of my fear

Stepping on a path that no one walks

Talking in a way that no one talks

Leaving room for nothing, always wanting something

Peace and quiet hardly find my soul

Always on a warpath, running past the rain clouds

Anything to keep insanity at bay

 

Now another day has come and past

Just another thing that didn’t last

Wishing on a star that never was

All of it resulting just because I never took a chance

I never found a way to be myself

I was too preoccupied with everything else

Of course I’ll never become something when I sit here being nothing

Time to face the shadow world that holds me down and walk away

 

Have I forgotten the words to say?

Have they whispered themselves far away?

 

© Jeanna Murphy October 23rd 2006