Sound Of The Song

 I’ve been walking this line
So divided by time I have sworn up and down
That the middle is just fine
But once I break even
I wreck something new
I’m never that centered
But neither are you

You are fickle and false
And ferociously free
You come like a current
Who’s riding on me
But when I try to surf you
The swell always wins
And I’m always paddling
out with the wind

So ill walk along seconds
One step at a time
Staring straight forward
To read all the signs
Ready to set
And get going along
As I center myself
In the sound of the song