where are you now?
i can almost imagine you somewhere, somehow
i am alone on the carpeted floor
waiting for more
looking at my silent front door
it's as quiet as it was once before
so help me
i can't watch any more TV
but it's all i can ever hope to see
i once heard you call my name
just another part of your daily game
there was no one else to blame
morning or night it's all the same
where are you now?
i can almost imagine you somewhere, somehow
so help me
i can't watch any more TV
but it's all i can ever hope to see
you swung an ax and hit thin air
went on searching everywhere
for whom you sought i didn't care
there was no difference foul or fair
where are you now?
i can almost imagine you somewhere, somehow
so help me
i can't watch anymore TV
but it's all i can ever hope to see
where are you now?
i can almost imagine you somewhere, somehow
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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