July 20- Moving on my Own

Benstopfel

I talked to big game
when I said I’d go to the show
now I’m me on the day
forgot how it feels to be alone

I’m not moving on my own
I’m no man I’m a millstone
at the bottom of the river i’d flow with upriver of all the live I could live

What a great shame
it’s almost too late to put on clothes
and hop out the door
Just blame it on the way the wind blows

I stayed right here
watch the sunset through a crack in my window
I am not a seer
but a sliver of light is how my life will go

I gotta go
I gotta move
I’ll take it slow
Nothing to prove