The Second Lace

When I tie the second lace

And turn to face the door

And walk until I reach the knob

And turn it 'til it lets me out

And walk to where the beach lies low

And march to where my car sits still

In silver remnants of a good run

In black and almost blue

I feel good

Yeah when that all happens I feel fresh

I feel compelled to tell the world

I'm happy and it shows

Might not last and it shows

August 28, 2009