It’s a pretty normal day, but I feel rather quite peculiar
Like a glitch within a program on a satellite computer
Force quit. Shut her down. Toss me in the rice bag
Then put me back up on the shelf with a lowered price tag.
I must be malfunctioning, noggin’s gotten fuzzy
Like it’s filling to the brim with this flock of cottonwood seeds
⅓ a century in and this is what it’s come to
Juggling for answers to the questions “what you up to?”
I don’t know, this and that, grinding hard and kicking back,
Same track, different lap, but I been on my Prefontaine
Better all around, standing up, falling down,
Getting old and balling out, I been on my LeBron James
Used to swear that if squinted up into the blue
I could see electrons jump and dip and move
I thought it was a super power when I was a little lad
It turns out I was seeing things because my eyes were really bad

I’m a roll and take it slowly
Don’t know which way I’m going
Outside the sky is smokey
But I don’t mind it mostly

Had a dream that I was 12, I was learning from myself
Older me in front the room like “I dismiss you not the bell”
Younger me is awestruck, older me is worried (worried)
Hoping we don’t grow to hate each other on our journeys (journeys)
34 with a 40’s back, a 60’s swag, and an 18 motor
Calendar moves at flipbooks speed, but it still don’t seem like I’m aging older
(Ugh) See what I’ve done, skipping to different beats of the drum
Keep it a hundred with people I love and strangers I meet on the street where I run (yup)
I give it out when I’m paid in full, race ahead so I can take it slow
Had our reasons for falling out, build bridges over that H20
Oh hey, oh my, bold face, no lie
Don’t chase nothing, go my own way, so fly

At this moment there’s a water drop, flowing like they tend to do
Out into an ocean tide that’s altered by the crescent moon
That shares the same solar system with the storm on Jupiter
All within a galaxy spinning through our universe
It’s like I sense the weight of it, the space of it and all between
Connecting with the ET out there sharing the same thoughts as me
A different tongue with different labels for their wants and needs
But a rose by any other name is just as soft and sweet
Once upon a mourning morn, I swore I wouldn’t
Forget to give my folks their patch of flowers ’fore they push em
If appreciation is an art, I want to paint the Sistine
For every single of y’all that’s been here hanging with me
So whether I’ve got free will that’s shifted out of neutral
Or I’m a tiny cog in a system being useful
I bounce between the highs and lows of bragging rights and bloopers
On pretty normal days where I feel rather quite peculiar