Someone Else

Once I was talking to myself

Now it's the voice of someone else

And the last sounds that I heard as all was gathered up to sell

An angel's wings, a ringing bell

There's no gift like the present moment

May it never end

I've been neglecting a dialogue too long with an old friend

I've got a letter pile stacked up a mile I've been meaning to send

If I miss out on the present moment, where will I be then?

I received it but can't keep it so I'm giving it away

Spent my evening on the ceiling, coming down another way

It's called "lost weekend" for a reason

You can see when it gets late

That's when I begin to start dreaming of a means to an escape

Once I was talking to myself

Now it's the voice of someone else

Once I was talking to myself

Now it's the voice of someone else

Now it's your voice

There's no gift like the present moment

May it never end

I've been neglecting a dialogue too long with an old friend

I've got a letter pile stacked up a mile I've been meaning to send

If I miss out on the present moment, where will I be then?

I received it but can't keep it so I'm giving it away

Spent my evening on the ceiling, coming down another way

It's called "lost weekend" for a reason

You can see when it gets late

That's when I begin to start dreaming of a means to an escape