Confessional: The other day, I was supposed to be somewhere and at the last minute I turned left instead of right and ended up at the mall. I had not played hooky like that since I worked, and I had no reason to be there. I walked around for a while then I just sat on a bench near the center court. I took some notes. #singersongwriter #acoustic #guywithguitar #observational

Time is such a costly thing
 So I spend mine very cheaply here
 Under buzzing halogen
 Where every echo’s insincere
 Tuesday hums in minor chords
 Sale signs blinking red and blue
 Perfume clouds and polished floors
 Nothing much, too much to do


If we’re all just passing through
 Between the cradle and the tomb
 Pull up a chair beside me friend
 In this bright and vacant room


Look at all these drifting souls
 Paper bags and practiced grace
 Walking circles round their goals
 In this the air conditioned space
 There’s a couple holding hands
 Like they’re guarding something small
 Young mother lifts her child up high
 So he can see above it all

If we’re all just passing through
 Between the cradle and the tomb
 Pull up a chair beside me friend
 In this bright and vacant room

Maybe heaven looks like this Fluorescent and unclear A place where we review our lives Between the now and here

I’m no different than the rest Just trying to feel less small Sitting with my borrowed time On a bench inside the mall