Skipping is a step forward to the future
Its neither the end of a task
or life first step forward to builds its better breather
Walk pass and around
Perhaps underneath her silky way, dip around the clover leaf, fish out and over above the pond
Fish out all the possibilities
Deemed street lights and a world that's blindfold
too log squatters, who settle on land without the right or title.

Walking on the pavement next to the mail box
Just the side of the ocean
and a wooden bench
that I can balance myself
Rocking the tables, wrecking to dissemble
Show me that life can be worth living
with more and more better enemies
Snow on what's should be rainfall, with screens of mirrors of motion pictures
Were united at the tables, we're wrecking to dissemble

Were are now dancing to the groove baby, like we have never dance before.
Break the hour glass and let the sand flow
Shaking to the grove baby to the dance, on top of the wooden table
as I slide to tap dance while on the sand snapping my fingers

Manhattan project is not the same
Even if we kick it along the freeways
Without a walk on Broadway of Santa Monica
Without walking east towards north of Norwalk
Reach out to the skies to stretch my admirations
with a smile across the fast tides
as far high my hands can reach
To the bellies of the blue jays
And scratch the surface off the skyway just before the weekday

There's no charge
When your in the same boat
There's not fault
Just memories drifted on a surfboat
When the shores are drawn into sources
I'll be the bullet train
Trained not to laugh at you
When your in the same up float
No one is a stranger
When you have each other, just each other with ourselves.
Good times role
just the blink before we hit the tide

On my way
Towards the look into her eyes, I'll be not coming back
First step forward
Will be my last to engage with cautiousness
Oh my ties
Are severed, scissors that not to hold me in debt
Cause I'm free
Free to Own My Home
my foot is on the floor
for whatever cost, and pain free journey
We are getting closer
To an destination
Where the back of my hand is all I know.

The charms of a exquisite shore walk
The full attention of your everyday head case
Is the calligraphy of Old father Clock
Spinning around and around until our heart has no tick tock
A look into the looking glass that stares back
chalks the outlines of principles and guidelines
If it wasn't the wiliness of love, and logic since of reasoning
that our fathers have left us
with Professors with integrity.
And a father who loves me

Walking on the pavement next to the mail box
Just the side of the ocean
and a wooden bench
that I can balance myself
Rocking the tables, wrecking to dissemble
Show me that life can be worth living
With more and more better enemies
Snow on what's should be rainfall, with screens of mirrors of motion pictures
Were united at the tables, we're wrecking to dissemble

Were are now dancing to the groove baby, like we have never dance before.
Break the hour glass and let the sand flow
Shaking to the grove baby to the dance, on top of the wooden table
as I slide to tap dance while on the sand snapping my fingers