Moon - Wilsen

Woke up in a bed not mine

Didn’t find the indents, the swells and dives

My limbs were hanging off the ends

Grabbing the sun as it blew in

And all this time I waited to begin

I waited for the cue

Someone to push me in

But the moon rises and empties again

Chases no one

Get ready set

Chases no one

Get ready set

Camille sees the spaces between (things)

As she’s melting layers off this scene

She says, «you'll always feel sick from home

So you might as well just get along and take the simple trip»

Cause all this time you’ve waited to begin

You’ve waited for the cue

Someone to push you in

But the moon sails and empties again

Chasing no one

Get ready set

Chasing no one

Get ready set

I woke up in a life not mine

With a list to do and a means to an end

I’ve got a jar full of the tokens to

Slide on into the slot marked ‘x'

And all this time I waited to begin

I waited for the cue

Someone to push me in

But the moon’s still combing up overhead

Catches no one on this simple trip

Catches no one

Get ready set