Something, Somewhere, Sometime

sometimes i feel like an arrow

fired at something, somewhere, long ago

whether it moved, or i missed, where i'm bound

i don't yet know

if you see me coming

i'll probably pass you by

on my way to something, somewhere, sometime

sometimes i find myself reeling,

listing and rolling in a plastic sea

their signs and signals bidding for attention from me

so turn on your sleigh and i will turn on mine

and we'll hum and go like

something, somewhere, sometime

and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry

i had good intentions

if i've wounded you, i'm sorry

it happens all the time

you remind me of a reason

had by someone so many years ago

send words through wires, build highways from coast to coast

but those words fell short, your roads have worn with time

on our way to something, somewhere, sometime

and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry

i had good intention

if i've wounded you, i'm sorry

cause it happens all the time

sometimes i feel like an arrow

fired at something, somewhere, long ago