LYRIC FOR SALE

By Tristan Fox

Was there a certain time
that we were all supposed to meet?
Where we'd find out all about the world
The treasures there to seek.

I didn't hear about it
think I missed the beat
On how to be, how to rise
How to find my feet

Everybody's in the sky
I see them flying zephyrs
I'm down here
Skimming stones
Cursing my forever

The game started without me
As I looked the other way
Can't we just start over
Call it Try Again day?
Come all ye slow starters
The slate has been wiped clean
The starting gun is locked and loaded
It's time to rerun the scene

There must have been a meeting
But no-one told me so.
I missed the beat
On how to be, how to rise
How to find my feet

Everybody's in the sky
I see them flying zephyrs
I'm down here
Skimming stones
Cursing my forever