Salute - Quills

Sometimes we drive by

We fly by

We never halt

Open fields and dark skies we might turn around

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

I’m a professional

A pro at feeling blue

In search for pain

I search within

My life is nice

I like it a lot

Sometimes I don’t

But it shall pass

I drink too fast

Cause time goes past

I wanna seize

And make it last

An hourglass

I turn around

To watch it slide

You feel so sad

I wanna promise nothing matters at the end of the night

It’ll be alright cause I know that it might

Disasters happen but strength is the fight

And fights you liked a wrestling king

A boy a man and things in between

An ounce of herb and flowers in spring

Hung with a chemist / Steven

So fascinated by him

Didn’t like to drink but you loved to spit

You still make me laugh as i recall the bits

Over and over again in my head

Again in my head

You my friend

Special human being

What a long strange trip it’s been

Sometimes we drive by

We fly by

We never halt

Open fields and dark skies we might turn around

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

Yeah we turn around

Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)

(Quills)

We all try to be masters

It slips from our grasp

It’s unattainable

The same will go

For those who insist

The mask fits

We’re all bastards

Left alone when the pain grips

Aim to detach it

No guiding light

For that time of night

When we burn out like ashes

Just a passage

Passengers

In a vessel that will always crash

We’re just passing by

Seems asinine

When we think we can change it’s path

Nowhere to hide

When Father Time

Comes back to collect his tax

We’re just passing by

Don’t let it pass you by

Life travels like light in a flash

They say once a man, twice a child

Seems future gives way to the past

But for that child never had no chance

To become no man we raise our glasses

Tiny dancers in the sky

Light particles, gases

Molecules broken down

As the follicle advances

For our people who have learned

That certain truths are absolute

And the loved ones they have lost…

Salute

A song written for Kevin Lynch