A VERY SMALL ELECTRIC CAR IDLING OUT THE FRONT OF OUR HOUSE
(E A D G A D, capo 2)
Even if I’m not getting closer, I have to believe. If unity is the mystery, let it pass with clarity.
And when the sun comes down I’ll be ready. Or if it’s only clouds I’ll try not to cry.
I’ve been rolling around like a bottle in the back of the car. But don’t throw me out.
Someone is vacuuming somewhere or there is a very small electric car idling out the front of our house. I can’t wait for it to leave.
And suddenly like clouds disappearing, the morning bursts with emptiness. And I wonder how I could ever fit in the boot of that car. But it’s gone now.
And suddenly I am a little bit closer. And even if I’m not I believe. I believe I am.
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