What's with always worrying, we always got more time
People acting like they're a trapeze on a wire
I'm waiting on the air to sing to me I'm waiting for a sign
In the meantime let the rhythm and rhyme fill in the lines
I'm listening now, I need to slow down
I'm watching wicks of candles burn, and I need a match to strike
I'm thinking about something you can't read and it's hard to write
The sunset falls in Avalon and it lights the midwest sky
Then a week of cold rain sprays sideways into my eyes