I walked through jacaranda trees
The sunlight “streaming” through the leaves
And I missed my mother’s cooking
How she used too much seasoning
There’s magic in this perfect place
And it’s flowing through our veins
It only grows more lovely in this state of constant change
Living at the end of history
These relics that we bring with us are hidden in a screen
And what a privilege to be seen
So who the hell am I to complain?
God knows my name and I see familiar faces every time I pray
I think I’ll have a picnic today
Memories of you in gold and green
There is a chasm in between
Am I holding on too tightly
To something you had never seen?
I walked through Westwood alleyways
And all throughout my solemn day
I press forward knowing that nothing stays the same
Living in my parent’s distant dreams
Is time an ocean or a stream?
Spending the present sorting through the past and living somewhere in between
Drifting along as the days fade
Wondering if people ever stay
The sunset a canvas of ochre paint
Learning that life’s more give than take
Conscious of the gentleness of things
I step with care, I softly sing
The rooftops stretch into the bluest sky I swear I’ve ever seen
And what a gorgeous day awaits
I see His love, I feel His grace
All patient waiting is replaced with joyous, humble-minded praise
There is no fear left to decide
You cannot run, forget or hide
Have you decided to forgive?
Have you decided to be kind?
Have you forgotten what you learned?
Will you remember every time?
What will you do with all this life
On the other side of this?
all this time
writing a song about you
i’m right on
writing my way back to you
and in every line
i can only find pieces of you
i hate this song
cause it only reminds me of you
i’ve been waiting
for things to get better someday
i’ve got to get back to be safe
i’ve been changing
mold me and fold me, i’m made out of clay
all of this in disarray
head above water
i’m nobody’s daughter
and i am not sinking
I don't know what I want
But I know what I need
I need something different
Now when every other town is better than this one
It's a big decision to run away with you
I hope it works out this time
Through the haze, I feel as if I’m only half living
If I could take a step one way which way would you ask
And throughout endless forests of indecision
I’m asking you, to take my hand and lead me down the right path
So it goes, we are just boats beating against the current
Letting it, push and pull not knowing where it ends
All along, I was the one with feet inside your footsteps
So you'll find me, trailing far behind where you left
Oh but now, I feel as if I can see the morning
It may mean that all the present had to come to pass
With dreary eyes, I will keep on pressing towards a future
Though my ship is sailing with its flag at half mast
As we grow
We find it’s people that make a home