Common Ground

It’s all in how you frame it

This picture isn’t one that I will hang

You were ready to leave, I was trying to stay

We caught a ride on the sidewalk

Shuffle past an ordinary scene

That look on your face could mean anything

And we go our rounds missing the truth in the sound

With our hearts so proud losing our footing on common ground

There’s a piece of this I haven’t let you in on

A part I’ll probably keep to myself

The fog is getting thick and the words I’ve been using won’t stick

I feel disquiet in the excess

The wasted likeness of a dream

How far is the cry from what is to what we could be

My hand on your face and you arm ‘round my waist I couldn’t see your eyes

My heartstrings are thicker than I’d like they’re wrapped around my lungs just a bit too tight