Epic

This was written in the same coffee shop, but it was a little later and I seem to be a little more upbeat. Good.

The verse where I describe laying in a field is about a painting. If I could remember who painted it or what it was titled, I'd show you...

Also, for those still paying attention, I use lines in this song again later... Keep your eyes open.

Epic

(mmm, yeah)
(my head’s a little cloudy)

Parts of my mind are missing this morning
My head too cloudy to be piecing together such a story
About a memory we once knew
And how a thought can become an endless journey

Slide over, lemme have a seat
Let’s take another look at this
We are rhythm, are we waiting for muses
This is not amusing, waiting on a masterpiece

In my head
In my head
I hear there’s a surprise ending
In my head
In my head
This is not the end, not the end

Last night I think I had a dream
My legs were broken, I was laying in a field
I looked out into the distance
For something to save me, a single tree
I reached my hand
I closed my eyes
My legs again
Supported me…

In my head
In my head
I hear there’s a surprise ending
In my head
In my head
This is not the end, not the end

We.
Are.
Epic.