I’m missing the rhythm to my guitar solo last night on my bed.
The missing factor that makes things feel so right, that calms me.
I’m missing the rhythm to my daily commute to work – my thoughts are always wondering out my window, onto the country fields around me. As I pass the world by, I sometimes stop to think -maybe I should stop and go back?
I’m missing the rhythm that sings my soul to bed when I’m restless and tired, hopeless and lost.
When i wake up, the moment between getting up and staying in bed seems to last forever.
I’m missing me, you and everything else in my life.
I’m missing the rhythm.
Maybe someday I’ll find it…