The Analog Kid
A hot a windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rockin' in the breeze.
The boy lies in the grass with
One blade stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens in
His young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart.
You move me, you move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me, you move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me, you call me.
The fawn eyed girl with sun browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dreams
And the voices in his ears
Like the music of the spheres.
The boy lies in the grass unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
And the boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eye's.
You move me, you move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me, you move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me, you call me.
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind.
When I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know
What I'm leaving behind.
Oh when I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find
And when I leave I don't know
What I'm leaving behind.
