chasing that feeling

Opening the front door it runs out / I grab my shoes and chase it down to the corner / out in the traffic now it leaps between the cars / the black tar flows beneath my feet / stepping back I see a city bus / there it is now staring out of the window / I take a taxi and I follow it downtown / the sun goes down beneath the street / and still it runs all night / until I feel that tap on my shoulder / the party is over / and when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling now facing the ceiling /now chasing that feeling / all over again / driving down the freeway in my dreams / with no plans I spin my hands on the wheel / whichever way they land is where I’m gonna go / I’m drawn onward by the flow / now the stars come out across the sky / each one has a heart that’s beating so real / and now the moon comes out to wink its waking eye / the willow trees are sweeping low / and as my cup is filled / some wine gets spilled out over the field / and God is revealed / and when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling / now facing the ceiling / now chasing that feeling all over again / yeah when I come back home and lock the door / I’m wasted and reeling / now facing the ceiling / now chasing that feeling / all over again.

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