3 Friends

Three friends along for the ride Suitcases filled up with surprise No telling what might be kept inside On and on on through the summer rains Until winter comes again The driver handles fight or flight The copilot knows what's wrong or right The passenger practices being polite In case these friends are asked to explain Why their circling circling round again A triangle even and balanced Sharp in the corners should someone step out of line There's a storm that's a brewing And no one seems able to keep track of time Three friends locked in a stasis to keep the demons out of reach Three friends that I remember but I forgot the one that lies underneath Down the stairs to the basement I hear one thousand familiar songs Scribbled walls reveal the story of how everything all went wrong Oh to escape through a hole in the wall Like some kind of hero mouse My soul sags with the question How many friends live in this house Each pull on the rope opens a door Into a room on a different floor An emptiness hovers at its core Your friends tell you not to go inside They couldn't stop you if they tried On and on down the rabbit hole tracing the gravity of your soul Though you think your just heeding to nature's pull Your friends say you're feeding your foolish pride But you're just waiting for worlds to collide A triangle even and balanced Sharp in the corners should someone step out of line There's a storm that's a brewing And no one seems able to keep track of time Three friends locked in a stasis to keep the demons out of reach Three friends that I remember but I forgot the one that lies underneath Down the stairs to the basement I hear one thousand familiar songs Scribbled walls reveal the story of how everything all went wrong Oh to escape through a hole in the wall Like some kind of hero mouse My soul sags with the question How many friends live in this house The superego, the ego, and the id The elder, the gentleman, and the kid Stare down the chasm where I slid A distant drumming from another time And the echo of ancient rhymes Three friends along for the ride Suitcases filled up with surprise No telling what might be kept inside On and on on through the summer rains until winter comes again A triangle even and balanced Sharp in the corners should someone step out of line There's a storm that's a brewing And no one seems able to keep track of time Three friends locked in a stasis to keep the demons out of reach Three friends that I remember but I forgot the one that lies underneath Down the stairs to the basement I hear one thousand familiar songs Scribbled walls reveal the story of how everything all went wrong Oh to escape through a hole in the wall Like some kind of hero mouse My soul sags with the question How many friends live in this house