Colder


Do you suppose that it goes as it’s supposed to go
As opposed to what we supposed it would be?
I do propose as we sit here in our summer (/winter) clothes
Espousing predisposed philosophies
Here we sit you and I as the milestones fly by, looking for meaning in none
We all grow older, more distant, and colder, searching for our places in the sun

So much to do and so little time to do it in, makes we want to hurry all the while
Something inside says sit back, relax, enjoy the ride, take a spin around the park in style
Yet they’re still the same old faces popping up in places, so much to be said for security
Put through our paces we fill in the spaces, drawing on the things that may not be

Do you think we’re any different, watch the turning of the spokes,
Take a look around, different strokes for different folks
Sure is true the times are changing, sure is hard to guess the rules
Get a load of us, riding on this bus of fools

Let me help you raze the ruins, grab our share of the debris
Ancient history, it’s no mystery to me

If this feeling’s familiar, it’s tempting to stay, Change is rarely easy to accept
There’s strength in surrender, to take it day by day, it’s really not productive to project
So we sit you and me, after the company, talking of things we might have done
We all grow older, more distant, and colder, searching for our places in the sun.



(c) Scott Calamar

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