He's outside to smoke a cigarette conversations about the radio station and how music moves you Does it move you? Not this new stuff, not the way it used to and everybody wants to know who I am I am I am on the search for a pen scratching out the fluctuations of a day at its end and it's all so achingly normal like the songs on the radio they come and go they come and go Here's a good one, remember this? Does it move you like it used to do? And here I find a typical situation wishing I was anywhere, when we could be anybody...I am anybody so what then? I'm wishing on a pen Like I'm writing out the future fit for a king fit for a day full of everything What are you writing? I used to write back before the war What are you writing, stories about someplace else? Well, we all want to be someplace else Like the places on the television shows they come and go You heard this one, yeah, it's a good one This moves me in a way I've never thought Yeah, this one moves me the way it used to do Pass the coffee pot And that pen is flying like nothing else scratching out the pleas of the achingly normal dreams upon the shelf They all want to know what I am thinking I'm thinking about everything else And how I'm moved right here like the songs on the radio Does it move you? Yeah, you know it moves you Just the way it used to do From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
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