Exiting - George Ogilvie

I’m running rings around

This silent old Spanish town

Where it only rained when the sun came out

Would appear as if from nowhere

Short and sweet and sightings were rare

But in patience lay a ritual I could bare

But if I could only exist where I stand

I’d be in amongst unfinished architecture

With an outcome unplanned

So don’t tell me anything

I’m busy exiting my body

To let the world have its way with me

Bright colours against the sky

Yellow buildings no prying eyes

From the rooftops

I’ll be anything you want

Into evening still broad daylight

As I shelter on a highway

Waiting as the 7.45 pulls in late

And if I could only exist where I stand

I’d be in amongst unfinished architecture

With an outcome unplanned

So don’t tell me anything

I’m busy exiting my body

To let the world have its way with me

While I bide my time

A little closer to paradise

When all that’s gone wrong in my life

Was only in my own mind

So don’t tell me anything

Don’t show me anything

I’ve no time for anything

No not anything at all

No, don’t tell me anything

I’m busy exiting my body

To let the world have it’s way with me

While I bide my time

A little closer to paradise

When all that’s gone wrong in my life

Was only in my own mind