sitting still, watching we notice time is passing and let it slide by
the storm cloud has passed but we still check the forecast before heading out
we can post warnings but in the end, each person behaves how we’re trained
the hand of nature over time makes all things rough around the edges
the words that we use can lose all meaning when we’re trying to be cute
off in the distance the future waits – but doesn’t give up its secrets
when there is a break in the clouds, some will believe the storm has passed by
normal is a word that denies everything we know about change
sit with me a while we’ll tell each other stories and we’ll understand
a deleted scene of a stranger’s life plays out in lost groceries
uptown jack 