Divide & Conquer

When you wake in the morning Does it feel like a warning bell has rung? Are you having fun? When you gaze out your window Does it faze or envelope you? Have you lost your sight? Or is it just too bright to see? I think you've got a thinly veiled directive But I can't be sure of your intent so I elect to Hold my tongue I'm not the only one who Sees in your sketches the lonely number one I think I got a fairly unique perspective But I would hesitate to offer up new direction This compass of mine has a mind of it's own Always searching for a new sturdy heart to come home When you crash for the evening Do you laugh, do you feel things? Does it cross your mind When you cross the line? When you dream is it simple, Or is it calm, is it visible? Does it make a spark? Does it leave a mark? You think I got a thinly veiled directive But you can't be sure of my intent So you elect to hold your tongue You're not the only one who Sees in these sketches The lonely number one I think you got a fairly unique perspective But I would hesitate to ask for new direction That compass of yours points to a distant shore I got a home and a hearth with a woman I adore And so long, ooohh