Introspection

words � James Stafford 1999

Sitting staring out the window,
watching the clouds floating by.
Must be something better out there.
You' d find it if you' d try.

Mind begins to wander and I
can't remember what was said.
Stare down at the people,
as the daydreams whisper in my head.

Surely there's something better to do.
I wish there was something better to do.
Something out there thats better than this.
Something to make me believe that its true.

Last words spoken lose there meaning.
Lost things that were left behind.
Like names upon a piece of paper,
voices echo through my mind.

Sitting staring out the window,
watching the clouds floating by.
Must be something better out there.
You' d find it if you' d try.

Surely there's something better to do.
I wish there was something better to do.
Something out there thats better than this.
Something to make me believe that its true.