Sometimes I feel like an arrow
fired at something, somewhere long ago
Whether it moved or I missed where I'm bound,
I don't yet know.
If you see me coming,
I'll probably pass you by
on my way to something, somewhere, sometime.
Sometimes I find myself reeling,
listing and rolling
in a plastic sea.
There's signs and signals
bidding for attention from me.
So turn on your sittin'
I will turn on mine
and we'll hum and glow
like something, somewhere, sometime.
And if I've wounded you, I'm sorry.
I had good intentions
If I've wounded you, I'm sorry
it happens all the time.
You remind me of a reason
had by someone so many years ago
to send words through wires
build highways from coast to coast
but those words fell short
your roads have worn with time
on our way to something somewhere sometime
And if I've wounded you, I'm sorry
I had good intentions
If I wounded you
I'm sorry
it happens all the time.
Sometimes I feel like an arrow,
fired at something, somewhere long ago
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