Friction

Put time on ice

Put on something nice, I know

You work till night

I'll turn down the lights so

When you arrive

I've got a song that I've been hoping

Could come alive

My life's become just patience in between

Quiet days of chore on the hardwood floor

Making melodies you could adore

That's wishful thinking

Hope she takes what I'm giving

When I'm alone I think of all

Of all I'm missing

Rush to every position

We can't slow down without some friction

All this to say what I can't explain, you know

I talk in circles, my mind jumps through hurdles

We can't slow down, rush to every side of town

Until we drown

Then there is no space in between

99 degrees on your hands and knees

Writing chapters in your memories

That's wishful thinking

Hope she takes what I'm giving

When I'm alone I think of all

Of all I'm missing

Rush to every position

We can't slow down without some friction