Sometimes you just have to appreciate it.
Live band blends into the rumble of a crowed pub.
Sometimes you just have to look up.
Even the most crowded turnpike still has sky.
Despite how hazy there is a vast beyond.
The funeral pyre always has its flame,
And in turn the clouds share their rain.
Many deserts shortly flower,
And with the same desolation my life has you.
But we all forget to look up
From the dull gravel at the feet before us.
Too distracted by the pot holes
Failing to realize what it was
That has kept one from falling flat.
But when I do,
I see you.
With dark hair laced over your face
I watch eyes from shadow pulling me from mine.
If not the sky or the ocean
The music amongst the dense crowd,
It is just what you do for me.
Sometimes you just have to look up
Just for a moment you may need to look up
And see me
It’s beautiful,
It’s beautiful
For me.
