Lost Boy

Sitting in motion the notion of pulling away Setting emotion's erosional ocean to keep you at bay Time is of the essence a presence to right what's wrong Knowledge crying lessons unpleasant the method for what you long Taking over, it's been so long Moving forward, it's where you belong Taking over, it's been so long Moving forward You look up and a view Something's missing, something so askew You take in, interpret Is this a clue? Something at all to do with you? Lost boy, taking over Where would you go? Moving forward Is it where you belong? Taking over, where would you go? Moving forward All eyes all knowing and growing, they turn on you No smiles are showing or glowing, controlling, so what did you do? Judgments now continue as the engine is slowing down Taking over Exit woman with a frown Moving forward Dressed in black, in her hands an orchid from the ground Where will she go? Moving forward She takes your hand and guides you to where you'll go Where the sky's alive, and the wind, it blows --- Lost Boy - Taproot