phocks

Written at lunch, streams of words.

When the terrors of the night come wandering by
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of grey
Telling a story of when the wind ran away.

Into the ocean, into the sea,
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might not have found.

Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means they all must want more.
Today is the day that they all throw you back
What news do you bring from the old weathered shack?

Words and music by Joshua J Byrd for The Strange Attractors.

Verse:
Lennon prayed we’d join him some day
Imagining a better way,
But it seems we’ve got a long long way to go.

If heaven is a magic pie
Waiting for us to pass it by,
Imagine if we all believed in you.

Bridge:
Because I feel, the way you do,
And I need you, to be there too.
Cause now I feel, the way you do.
And in your head, you know I’m talking to you.

Verse:
Hey John sing me a song.
I need to hear, It Won’t Be Long,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cause I am he, but she’s not free
To go on living eternally,
Just like the time you saw her standing there.

Bridge:
Because I feel, the way you do,
And I need you, to be there too.
Cause now I feel, the way you do.
I’m in your head, and yes I’m talking to you.

Outro:
Na, na na
Na, na na
Na, na na
Na, na na na

Join us.

Na, na na
Na, na na
Na, na na
Na, na na na

May need a touch more work. Will get to that later.