What I'm Sitting With Today

Let The Story Go

You can see it in his eyes that he is longing
You can hear it in his voice that he still cares
You can read it in his words that there is something he has heard
Something in the world he’s yet to share

You can know it in the way he sits in silence
You can feel it in the warmth of soft hellos
And in times it seems the world’s has turned it’s jaded back on love
His heart finds space, plants loving roots to grow

Hopeful, healing, inward, feeling, wishful thinker, on the brink of what he does not know

This undertow of meaning, sinks his feet in
This sadness holds space for knowing joy
An ebb and flow of life, the years, a blur, they pass him by
the old man sees the world again a boy

He sees the trap, the winding road called wisdom
He hears in jest we’re only here to learn
He sees the ways, the parts he’s played, a theater of dreams
And finds it every which and way he turns

Hopeful, healing, inward, feeling, wishful thinker, on the brink of what he does not know

WishfulThinker

If I could meet you on this road again,
I wonder what we’d say
Somewhere on the way to home you turned, then slipped away
So I let go, you faded from my sight
Skipping pages, blur like snow
angels ‘long the way
You grasp in cold the warmth you know
Hoping they might stay
When the world was spinning, spinning into night

I will hold you in my heart
I will sing you into song
I will talk to you in silence
When the shadows grow too long

And I’ll paint you into pictures
With a light that we still share
When the days have spun you far away
(I’ll) still whisper to the air
I’m going home, I’ll see you there

If I could live this life again, I would
Travel cross the stars
Cross time and space, through the years
I’d seek this from afar
Just short of empty, a poetry divine

Old friends that I’d cross paths with
I’d tell them it’s enough
This miracle of circumstance
A separated love, I found in moments 
Then gone like sand in time

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The more you grasp, the less you know
The more you lose your lines
Hurts like hell, those long goodbyes
And yet you keep on trying
You’re like a storm cloud, you're unraveled by the sun
the more you feel alone in this, the more you know you’re one

Home

I’m a fool, don’t you know it, so many ways I blow it
Every time you chance to look my way,  oh my nerves, they break
I’m a lame brain clutz, I show it
When I try to be a poet, of all the things I’d like to say
Well, I stutter and I quake

Can’t even get a sound out
Can’t even find the words now
I’m lost in all the thinking that you’re the only way
I can’t even… I can’t even say

Yeah, ok, you’re swell, I’d like to know you well
Maybe you would like to grab a cup of joe some time
God who says that, swell and cup of joe, do you see what I mean
Every time I open up my mouth, I find my foot between

I imagine that you’d hear me if I could even let you near me
Every time I see you coming, I just turn and run away
Been rehearsing all the motions, been sitting with this notion
That maybe I might be your kind of guy, if I’d stay
Can’t even get a sound out
Can’t even find the words now
I’m lost in all the thinking that you’re the only way
I can’t even… I can’t even say

Yeah okay, all right, could I take you out to night
Maybe we could take a stroll and soak up city life
God who says that, stroll and city life, do you see what I mean
Every time I open up my mouth, I find my foot between

Maybe next time, I’ll just meet your eye and say your name
And all the words that swim inside won’t sound completly lame
Can’t even get a sound out
Can’t even find the words now
I’m lost in all the thinking that you’re the only way
I can’t even… I can’t even say

I Can't Even Say (Live)

By Amanda West and Tim Behrens

There's a big open world just the other side
Of the glass that's been thrust between us
But I can't hold on and I can't feel close
I don't know what it is I hate the most
But I know I miss your touch

Where we once held hands walking in the park
Now we chat as the space surrounds us
I'm scared I'll forget how to touch your hair
How to share a moment without the gloves
That separation gives

chorus
I'm tired of looking through a window
Tired of living in my own empty space
Wanna see you my side of the window
Wanna share with you my special place

bridge
Dreaming of sharing spag bolognaise
On a balmy day 
Not too far in the future
I'm pretty sure this is just a phase
We're going through
And the other side will come soon
And the other side will come soon

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