Outfield

Something strange

Is going on

In my forehead

Body and brain

Cannot calculate

I wanna freak out

But I don’t have the answers like you do

Maybe when I call you later you could pick up the phone

Maybe you won’t

Maybe you’re just tired of talking

Honey I am too

Tall and wide

Big and free

I don’t have the time to let you breathe

I don’t have the time to let the roads

Take a picture of me

Maybe we could walk out

Maybe we could call it sin

What do I know?

We could just call it art then

And hang it on the wall

Maybe we don’t know where we’re goin