Hopefully

My heart is full as the winter is cold

I am drowning in caffeine with nowhere to go

There's a light in the kitchen that's always alone

Where I'm teaching myself to patiently grow

The entirety of me in six hundred square feet

The abandoned piano is just up the street

Where I'm playing to myself, playing to myself

Playing to myself, playing to myself

But hopefully

There's a song for that

The deserts are melting by December suns

The ideas are slowing, the ongoing bottleneck

Every opinion is a loaded gun

And for every answer, there's an opposite one

The children are apparently running the show

While the wise men and women appear not to know

That impossible comes in unfortunate dreams

And the parable tells of a man on the street

Soapbox car racing on the Ambien team

He never made it to the finish line, it seems

The billion dollar torture machine

Is as popular as anything I've ever seen

Like eighty million elephants by the sea

Forward walking, eyes closed

To drown themselves and me

But hopefully

There's a dance for that

Kindly, you asked me, "Where should I go?"

I replied, "Sorry, I never left home

But perhaps you should try someplace new

A forest, a lake, an islet, I don't know

A mall, an emergency room, or a pew

Somewhere someone will take care of you''

I hope the end won't be tit for tat

I hope hope is not a bureaucrat

And I hope the after brings me something new

And I hope that the after is something to laugh at, and

Hopefully

There is room for that

Hopefully

There's room for that

Hopefully

Hopefully