Song Description
From the album Archer and the Muse
| Song Length |
5:52 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
Lyrics
Sometimes
Sometimes you are the golden thread, sometimes you are the road,
Sometimes you are an open door, sometimes your all closed up.
Sometimes you are a little boy, sometimes you are a man,
Sometimes your in a fairy tale, sometimes you lay the plans.
But most of the time you are here with me,
With your feelings of uncertainty,
Thinking about the one you had,
And what you have that's left.
Sometimes you are the flowers bloom, sometimes you are the seed,
Sometimes you are the song inside, a silence to be freed.
Sometimes you are a guitar man, Or mock philosopher ,
Sometimes you think that its you job to carry all the world.
It's not what you think, it's what you think about,
Aim for the middle, even though your so far-out.
You feet are on the earth, but your head is in the clouds,
Your standing in one place, yet you spread yourself around.
Your so brave and yet your a coward,
You look so calm, but your eyes look so wild.
Sometimes you are the golden thread, sometimes you are the road,
Sometimes you are an open door, sometimes your all closed up.
Sometimes you are a guitar man, Or mock philosopher ,
Sometimes you think that it's your job to carry all the world.
But most of the time you are here with me,
With your feelings of uncertainty,
Thinking about the one you had,
And what you have that's left.