Pearl Jam - Sleight Of Hand
Routine was the theme
He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined being
As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands
Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan
Was it?
He was okay but wondering about wandering.
Was it age by consequence? Or was he moved by sleight of hand?
Mondays were made to fall.
Lost on a road he knew by heart
Wrapped in the same old walls.
It was like a book he read in his sleep, endlesslym, in his sleep.
Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes
While he was drifting
On a line of his own
Off the line of the side. bye the by.
As dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand
When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm
Organized his few things, his coat and keys
Any new realizations would have to wait
Till he had more time, more time
Time to dream to himself
Waves goodbye to his own self
See you on the other side
Another man, move by sleight of hand
Letras Pearl Jam