Steps

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion -
Is nothing new
Flashback – warm nights -
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after -

Sometimes you picture me -
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said -
Then you say – go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds

Chorus:
If you’re lost you can look – and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you – I’ll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows – you’re wondering
If I’m OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time -

Chorus:
If you’re lost…

You said go slow -
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds -

Chorus:
If you’re lost…
…Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

“Time After Time” – Cyndi Lauper

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I was going to post the lyrics to The Killers’ “Mr. Brightside,” until I read them and realized that they’re not exactly right for the moment.  For such a catchy song, the words sure are depressing.  Yes, yes, I know.  “Pot, I’d like you to meet kettle…”

03:59

Oy, vey.  I’m out of candles, this report is coming together slower than I had anticipated, and I’ve got class in 4 hours.  But there’s a giant, themed party at Tavers tonight to look forward to, so I’m going to shelve the Sonites and Vodites for now and head to bed for a short nap. I hope this doesn’t turn into one of my trademark 8 hour deals.

For today is already here; and it is a new day, after all.