Call It What You Will

Call it what you will That open ounce of mind Felt like standing still Broken half the time There's something in the sound Headlights in the glass Gravel breaking down Over rather fast Is that hope I'm feeling Or space between the rounds Still out there counting All the raindrops by the sound On the rooftops It's getting hard to hear But easier to guess Strained and insincere Blinded by success There's traffic on the waves And skylights through the clouds A customary shade Of evening coming down Is that hope I'm feeling Or space between the rounds Still out there counting All the raindrops by the sound On the rooftops Is that hope I'm feeling Or space between the rounds Still out there counting All the raindrops by the sound On the rooftops