Some Pretty Clichés

Walk with me The cobble path of life Where the grass grows from the cracks And the luminescent lamplight Leads all where they're going Doesn't matter if you know it And ill let you in on a little secret There's gonna be a fork or two in the road But both ways lead home (Home) At home in being comma alone Comma come over its where the homies are One might pick up their guitar One projecting from their pipes Ones got 88 keys in their pocket tonight And the song we sing together Resonates with everything that's right A little tighter on the edges Little closer in the corners Moving with the melodies adore it Rolling in ecstatic union with life Sitting in the meadow of the minds eye I am in the shapes The triangle, the circle, the square The shapes that form the petals of the rose, or the leaves of an oak The feel of soft, the feel of hard, the feel of hot, the feel of cold Those too they find our tongue, the texture of fruits Flavours burst in my mouth what's for dessert Sweet sweet, or sweet and salty, savoury foods A bitter smooth crunchy Dipped in wet, left out to dry A soft kind of rugged, a rugged kind of shine Hi my name is Chris I made this little tune I hope it made you smile Hope you got lost for a while I'll see you in the after life We'll sit around the table Share our stories and old fables Share our stories and old fables Share our