Sometimes I get a little bummed out, sun’s out.
Sometimes I get a little gunned down, sun’s down.
Sometimes I feel I need to hide out, tide’s out.
Sometimes I feel I need to slide back, tide’s back.
The tide looks a little like a melted moon,
and sunlight is music in the proper tune,
people think tomorrow is the time to be,
but right now right now is growing on me.
Give me the bullet like a fallen soldier,
or life to the fullest so it’s I who holds her.
The past is a memory, the future is the end of me,
today I have the energy to polish off this centerpiece.
Put me on display because I’m almost there,
I have worked to earn my wings and so it’s only fair.