55: Lost in the Crowd
Feb. 26th, 2012 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jon_chaissonLooking out the window onto Brighton Avenue
Stuck between irritation and listlessness
I watch the traffic heading out of town
Leaving a job they knew so well
You were somewhere down south
And I was stuck somewhere else in time
Neither of us knowing what the other was doing
Ninety-five is quiet and distant to us
No landlines, no ether, and nothing to say
Stripped apart with nothing better to do
I have the radio blasting in my room
My only connection to the rest of life
The one obsession that keeps me going
It plays the pop
and the grunge
and the angry sounds
Of a misplaced generation
lost in the crowd
It sings the words of chances past
of dreams deferred
of the drunken end of a workweek
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Stuck between irritation and listlessness
I watch the traffic heading out of town
Leaving a job they knew so well
You were somewhere down south
And I was stuck somewhere else in time
Neither of us knowing what the other was doing
Ninety-five is quiet and distant to us
No landlines, no ether, and nothing to say
Stripped apart with nothing better to do
I have the radio blasting in my room
My only connection to the rest of life
The one obsession that keeps me going
It plays the pop
and the grunge
and the angry sounds
Of a misplaced generation
lost in the crowd
It sings the words of chances past
of dreams deferred
of the drunken end of a workweek
This entry was originally posted at http://jonchaisson.dreamwidth.org/14145.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
