Tom Gavin

Project 01 : Musician 09
Brooklyn, New York

Minutes Away

Where’d you go?
This bug has got you running
It happens all the time
So you know
How far you’ll have to go
It happens all the time
And you know
The night will end too slowly
It happens every time
And you know
The moon will rise again
It happens every time
It happens every time
We make the motions to embrace
But then the harder part to face is only minutes away now

And you know
It’s baggage, not belongings
We’re dragging everywhere
Even though
The handle’s broke and bent
Not going anywhere
Not going anywhere
We make the motions to agree
But then the harder place to be is only minutes away now