Sunshine's inane
Face it from the column
Had to learn again
Race it from the bottom of what feels right
Slow on the day
Bright through masks of wander
Air knocked out again
Kicked into the wall that keeps the field straight
You had to fall into the prettiest trap
Sunlight clipped to visible stripes
Dust settles in
Good underway
Caught what rest was followed
Had to try again
Air knocked out the sorrow of what feels good
A circular incision out on the track
The afternoon was figuring for the knife
You had to fall into the prettiest trap
Sunlight clipped to visible stripes
Dust settles in
Daytime's inane