Lyrics

Sleight of Hand

Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined being

As the merging traffic passed
He found himself staring down
At his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recalling the plan

Was it?

He was okay, but wondering, about wandering
Was it age, by consequence, or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep
Endlessly

Sometimes he hid in his radio
Watching others pull into their homes
While he was drifting

On a line, of his own, off the line, on the side
Bye the by, as dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand

When he reached the shore of his clip on world
He resurfaced to the norm

Organized his few things, his coat and keys
Any new realizations would, have to wait
Till he had more time, more time
Time to dream, to himself, he waves goodbye
To himself, see you on the other side

Another man, moved by sleight of hand

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