Soda Can

The walls in my mind are razor sharp and thin

Sounds bleed through but the silence still gets in

My tantrums got misplaced and my fears found a home

Feeling empty-handed but nothing left to own

I was sitting in a parking lot studying a pale soda can

Smooth as the sky, and light in my hand

One man’s trash is another man’s landfill

One man’s movie is another man sitting still

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

I met this girl who really knew the Psalms

I said I’d read her future by adding lines to her palms

She warned me that she knew just how to hurt

I told her that tears were a strange way to flirt

We touched for a moment, then she checked the time

She could see right through me, and she said it’s a sign

That maybe we’re just drowning in the open air

She’s probably right, but my heart doesn’t care

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

I looked around and took the last sip of my soda

Did I love her enough? Is there some kind of quota?

Searched my heart for a horizon, like I was lost at sea

I stared so long that I could no longer see

I searched so long that I could no longer see

My pocket’s feeling empty because I lost my comb

Thought I was a gem; I was just a hard stone

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

I’m waiting for a wave to wash all this away

To wash all this away

–John R. Durant March 2010