Song written for two friends who love to travel. We met at a concert. |
Tell me— what worth is a tune, humming a bar or two if you never stop and listen to the ocean and what is life, nothing but doing time if not set to acoustic motion the waves they sweep, curling emotions deep but the mathematician with no feeling stays on his feet and never knows what he is missing because perspective is what gets neglected when we stay in this small town and our voyage is only perfected when we roll the windows down and crank up Foreman loud yeah, he was right when he said this is the sound you’re just getting older, don’t roll over now this is the melody of the adventure bound Tell me— what’s the use, making up an excuse to never wet your feet and what’s the point, staying safe if you never hit that cliff where head and heart meet the air is rushing, but the wallflower’s blushing take her hand or she’ll never move complacency is just so comfortable and she’ll never know what she is missing because perspective is what gets neglected when we stay in this small town and our voyage is only perfected when we roll the windows down and crank up Foreman loud yeah, he was right when he said this is the sound you’re just getting older, don’t roll over now this is the melody of the adventure bound Just one weekend that’s all it takes to break from the daily grind just one weekend of meeting and melting I hope you’re looking for what you find. |