Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you still will risk looking like a fool for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the middle of the fire with me and not shrink back. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the comany you keep in empty moments.

Off The Beaten Path

Well I'm trying to be patient
But the wheels keep turning round
But it's a treadmill and I'm just dragging my feet
I'm so tired of everything
Defeated by routine
By words that don't mean anything to me
At least not anymore now that I'm done...

with a mourning of a day without ending
A year of decadence to escape from penance
But I've suffered. I'm over it, yeah
I'm fine now, but I'm sick of it
I was happy being miserable
I used to lay down my head on the bar
And raise one lonely finger for a drink

It doesn't have to be so difficult
just keep coasting by
so you lost a limb
Well hell it'll heal with time
What happens when you love what you've lost?
You didn't have to cut it off
But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have
I wonder if I could ever get it back...

to how it was when I still thought of love
as a risk I could take if I was willing to make
the commitment to rejection
and the mind games, the deception
The late nights under the covers
pointing the finger at whoever started
whatever we were fighting about

But I'm sick of it
I'm so sick of it

Locks of Love Pt. VI

June