Sometime

Sometimes I step out the door Just like I’m waking up from a dream; All the walls and all the plans Are really thinner than they seem. Sometimes the clouds open up like a big-ol’ book And I fall between the lines; The black and white matters only half as much As the rhythm and the rhyme. Sometimes... Some time ago I knew a kid; He was waiting on his ship to arrive. He could see the empty port, But he couldn’t hear the music of the tide. He said, “Sometime, it’s gonna work out for me, Sometime I’m gonna have my day... Sometime...” He said, “Somehow... Someone... some way...” Sometimes... Sometimes the way is rocky, Sometimes it’s so damn steep I want to crawl into the ditch, I want to curl up and sleep. Sometime never seems to come When I call her out of fear, But sometimes Sometime nudges me awake And I realize Sometime was always here. Sometime... Well, the thing that you wanted so bad Is the thing that’s gonna make you blind, But when the thing you have is all you want, Then you’re living in Sometime. So take a breath for happiness, Breathe out a sigh for love, And find the story that you’re in And find it big as the sky—the sky above. Sometime... Sometimes I walk out the door It’s like waking up from a dream; All the walls and all the plans, Oh, they’re thinner than they seem. Sometimes the clouds open up like a book And I fall between the lines. The black and white don’t matter that much to me I want the rhythm... I want the rhyme. Sometime...