STRETCHING OUT
I look around the room, and wonder why I'm here.
It's the place that I call home, yet none of it feels near.
It's like looking from a distance, through a misty haze of mind,
as if you just revisited a memory in Time.
Chorus
What causes this - this island of the heart ?
This hollow - like a vacuum in the mind ?
An emptiness in which you feel apart ?
A stranger to yourself - displaced in Time ?
You wander, and you wonder, and you doubt -
but it's the restless soul - just stretching out.
You see the street of evening, and wonder where it's bound.
Inside , you try believing that this is your hometown.
You watch the stars appearing, one by one they bloom.
Somehow they seem nearer, than the closeness of your room.
Chorus
What causes this - this island of the heart ?
This hollow - like a vacuum in the mind ?
An emptiness in which you feel apart ?
A stranger to yourself - displaced in Time ?
You wander, and you wonder, and you doubt -
but it's the restless soul - just stretching out.
( © 1997-"Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )
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