SUBMIT TO ME:

I will just stand back,
          safely locked away in my mind
If nothing is right, then what is wrong?
Rise up!
                                        Rise.

Shoulders slumping like a high plains house
Rise up and stare... around
          around and around

I know sometimes
Locked away in your room (staring down from the screen)
You're thinking, 'When am I ever in wonder?'
                              or
          'When will I be taken under...
                                        and through?'

The only thing that is stopping you is your own fears
          (Sounds just about right; sounds just about on time).

Banal conversation; common ground
Constant movement is making me tense
And a thousand, thousand, thousand little clenches
(They know not what they do to you and me).

I mean, it's a thousand reasons high!

Drifting mostly upwards, sky bound
          Where do the clouds go?  Where are they now?
          Where are you now?

I will not just stand down,
Out of harm's way, out of your life
Out of my mind and therefore out of your life
Rise up!

Thoughts jumping back and all around
Mind clouded and staring... down

I know full well what it can be
Lying alone in the dark, watching Lungleg dance on the screen
While your loved ones are far, far, far away

And you know not what to do
          You don't quite know what to do

Banal conversation based on common ground
Constant movement is making me tense
And a thousand, thousand, thousand little clenches
(They know not what they do to you and me).

Nora's right, you know
A parking lot can be a magical place
          at the sun's set
          at sunrise
          or most anytime

If you want it to.

April 2002, Michael Anderson