ten years of in between ten years i m piecing it together over thinking and under drunk i read in the backseat i m still movin i m not where i wanna be but i m open to possibilities i m a decade plus a baker s dozen i m water sloshing out a bucket caught in cracks i slip into dreaming see faces make believe all the people i ve known the places i ve been they rise to meet me when i m asleep there s so much more to see so i walk and look at the people they drink coffee and talk about their babies they don t see me so i keep on till i can t feel my feet if i ran to you would you unlock and run to me 