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Have you ever noticed how much information may be gained from a single observation? Maybe a van as you make your way from home to work on a rainy day?
So the van may pass you quick but what would you learn in that passing tick, the tock that speeds so narrow and high, linked altogether before you die... who was driving and what was he wearing, did you notice the wheel had a loose bearing? What if the brakes that are wet would now slip, bringing the man to the end of his trip? What of him then, and what of you too, as saw what had happened and you knew what to do, but you glanced away from that brief single slice, a fragment of a life which in a roll of a dice could be ended or saved and a new road be paved for a man that now drives on gambled on lives.
I fear for the man that had driven the van for I think the next slit will force him to quit, the wheel may bounce and loose the last nut, forcing then the final cut, and so his soul may drift far and away, because we couldn't bring ourselves to have our say... and his heart will burst at the very worst, leaving his hope to drip away, the end of the road, the end of the day, and now I think we're lost him good, because we didn't do what we really should...
Selfish for a second and we've lost the light, a beautiful star that burned so bright, and I'm not sure if he's coming back, I'm really not sure if he's coming back.
For if he's gone then I shall mourn, for because through him I was born, my hope he helped me to recover, he treated me quite like a brother... I'll miss him till the day I die, for helping me to stand so high, and then I forgot to be, the friend he really was to me...
If you're there, you know who you are... driving off in your tiny car... please come back and speak to us, you're missing your place on the bus, sit next to me, come on, please... I need you back, to listen again, to the times you rambled on about when perhaps you'd be in the past with your friends and having a blast. I know your life and I know it's hard, but a time is just a single card, to put in a pack of pictures called life, some are laughter and some are strife, but altogether they've just made you, so I really hope this isn't true and I'm just being rash and feeling blue but man you're the most inspiring person I've ever met... But your life is still for yours to get... Don't leave us now, don't leave us ever, hard times come but we endeavour, man I love you, hell we all do, please come back and just be you.
So the van may pass you quick but what would you learn in that passing tick, the tock that speeds so narrow and high, linked altogether before you die... who was driving and what was he wearing, did you notice the wheel had a loose bearing? What if the brakes that are wet would now slip, bringing the man to the end of his trip? What of him then, and what of you too, as saw what had happened and you knew what to do, but you glanced away from that brief single slice, a fragment of a life which in a roll of a dice could be ended or saved and a new road be paved for a man that now drives on gambled on lives.
I fear for the man that had driven the van for I think the next slit will force him to quit, the wheel may bounce and loose the last nut, forcing then the final cut, and so his soul may drift far and away, because we couldn't bring ourselves to have our say... and his heart will burst at the very worst, leaving his hope to drip away, the end of the road, the end of the day, and now I think we're lost him good, because we didn't do what we really should...
Selfish for a second and we've lost the light, a beautiful star that burned so bright, and I'm not sure if he's coming back, I'm really not sure if he's coming back.
For if he's gone then I shall mourn, for because through him I was born, my hope he helped me to recover, he treated me quite like a brother... I'll miss him till the day I die, for helping me to stand so high, and then I forgot to be, the friend he really was to me...
If you're there, you know who you are... driving off in your tiny car... please come back and speak to us, you're missing your place on the bus, sit next to me, come on, please... I need you back, to listen again, to the times you rambled on about when perhaps you'd be in the past with your friends and having a blast. I know your life and I know it's hard, but a time is just a single card, to put in a pack of pictures called life, some are laughter and some are strife, but altogether they've just made you, so I really hope this isn't true and I'm just being rash and feeling blue but man you're the most inspiring person I've ever met... But your life is still for yours to get... Don't leave us now, don't leave us ever, hard times come but we endeavour, man I love you, hell we all do, please come back and just be you.
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Have you ever noticed how much information may be gained from a single observation? Maybe a van as you make your way from home to work on a rainy day?
So the van may pass you quick but what would you learn in that passing tick, the tock that speeds so narrow and high, linked altogether before you die... who was driving and what was he wearing, did you notice the wheel had a loose bearing? What if the brakes that are wet would now slip, bringing the man to the end of his trip? What of him then, and what of you too, as saw what had happened and you knew what to do, but you glanced away from that brief single slice, a fragment of a life which in a roll of a dice could be ended or saved and a new road be paved for a man that now drives on gambled on lives.
I fear for the man that had driven the van for I think the next slit will force him to quit, the wheel may bounce and loose the last nut, forcing then the final cut, and so his soul may drift far and away, because we couldn't bring ourselves to have our say... and his heart will burst at the very worst, leaving his hope to drip away, the end of the road, the end of the day, and now I think we're lost him good, because we didn't do what we really should...
Selfish for a second and we've lost the light, a beautiful star that burned so bright, and I'm not sure if he's coming back, I'm really not sure if he's coming back.
For if he's gone then I shall mourn, for because through him I was born, my hope he helped me to recover, he treated me quite like a brother... I'll miss him till the day I die, for helping me to stand so high, and then I forgot to be, the friend he really was to me...
If you're there, you know who you are... driving off in your tiny car... please come back and speak to us, you're missing your place on the bus, sit next to me, come on, please... I need you back, to listen again, to the times you rambled on about when perhaps you'd be in the past with your friends and having a blast. I know your life and I know it's hard, but a time is just a single card, to put in a pack of pictures called life, some are laughter and some are strife, but altogether they've just made you, so I really hope this isn't true and I'm just being rash and feeling blue but man you're the most inspiring person I've ever met... But your life is still for yours to get... Don't leave us now, don't leave us ever, hard times come but we endeavour, man I love you, hell we all do, please come back and just be you.
So the van may pass you quick but what would you learn in that passing tick, the tock that speeds so narrow and high, linked altogether before you die... who was driving and what was he wearing, did you notice the wheel had a loose bearing? What if the brakes that are wet would now slip, bringing the man to the end of his trip? What of him then, and what of you too, as saw what had happened and you knew what to do, but you glanced away from that brief single slice, a fragment of a life which in a roll of a dice could be ended or saved and a new road be paved for a man that now drives on gambled on lives.
I fear for the man that had driven the van for I think the next slit will force him to quit, the wheel may bounce and loose the last nut, forcing then the final cut, and so his soul may drift far and away, because we couldn't bring ourselves to have our say... and his heart will burst at the very worst, leaving his hope to drip away, the end of the road, the end of the day, and now I think we're lost him good, because we didn't do what we really should...
Selfish for a second and we've lost the light, a beautiful star that burned so bright, and I'm not sure if he's coming back, I'm really not sure if he's coming back.
For if he's gone then I shall mourn, for because through him I was born, my hope he helped me to recover, he treated me quite like a brother... I'll miss him till the day I die, for helping me to stand so high, and then I forgot to be, the friend he really was to me...
If you're there, you know who you are... driving off in your tiny car... please come back and speak to us, you're missing your place on the bus, sit next to me, come on, please... I need you back, to listen again, to the times you rambled on about when perhaps you'd be in the past with your friends and having a blast. I know your life and I know it's hard, but a time is just a single card, to put in a pack of pictures called life, some are laughter and some are strife, but altogether they've just made you, so I really hope this isn't true and I'm just being rash and feeling blue but man you're the most inspiring person I've ever met... But your life is still for yours to get... Don't leave us now, don't leave us ever, hard times come but we endeavour, man I love you, hell we all do, please come back and just be you.