out my front door, i walk down river street
while the neighborhood still snores
the freshly dead night time lingers in the water
it flows down river street, it glows in the grey light
and tiny critters are sneaking around this empty water park,
as i roam, i can hear the dogs bark
the world would wake up, but i would be far away,
staring into the clouds, and watching the currents sway
well in the shade, i can hear the children play
while the sky lets loose
im underneath, an umbrella of stone and grief
as the cars speed past, oh you know
i dream of when the wind comes up from the ground,
and i fly from this place without a sound
i'll keep falling, down into the stormy sky
maybe ill come out on the other side of the world
out my front door, i walk down river street
while the neighborhood still snores
the freshly dead night time lingers in the water
it flows down river street, it glows in the grey light
i first met ben mccormick at my middle school geography bee. thank goodness i dropped my guitar pick next to him. he picked it up and said "do you like eric clapton?" the rest is history :-) Will Orchard
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