Divide & Conquer

When you wake in the morning
Does it feel like a warning bell has rung?
Are you having fun?
When you gaze out your window
Does it faze or envelope you?
Have you lost your sight?
Or is it just too bright to see?
I think you’ve got a thinly veiled directive
But I can’t be sure of your intent so I elect to
Hold my tongue I’m not the only one who
Sees in your sketches the lonely number one
I think I got a fairly unique perspective
But I would hesitate to offer up new direction
This compass of mine has a mind of it’s own
Always searching for a new sturdy heart to come home
When you crash for the evening
Do you laugh, do you feel things?
Does it cross your mind
When you cross the line?
When you dream is it simple
Or is it calm, is it visible?
Does it make a spark?
Does it leave a mark?
You think I got a thinly veiled directive
But you can’t be sure of my intent
So you elect to hold your tongue
You’re not the only one who
Sees in these sketches
The lonely number one
I think you got a fairly unique perspective
But I would hesitate to ask for new direction
That compass of yours points to a distant shore
I got a home and a hearth with a woman I adore
And so long, ooohh