Was I left here at this station to wait for your arrival?
Because there’s not a life at stake it’s more than mere survival
To stand alone at the edge of things
That first caused me this fear
And it’s something that I need to fix
With you here or not here
God is near, the air is clean
In between the things we’ve seen
In between the words we mean
Are you happy here alone or is anyone invited
To talk to you and run you through what first got them excited?
To be a true companion
In a place that’s been laid waste
Or are you drawn by being gone,
Away from what you faced?
God is here, the air is still
In between the things we kill
In between the grey and green
(c) 2017 Dave Soyars Toomanyhatz Music (BMI)
Recording coming soon