Sometimes a body just has to go...someplace.

Gone, Gone, Gone
© 2004
Dan Johnson

Standing in the middle of the street
Minds spinning one hundred
miles per hour
But I cannot...move my lifeless feet…

I’m gone, gone, gone
Like a bird on its wing
Like a song I’ve got to sing
I’m gone now,
And I cannot wait to go.

Tossing and turning
through a sleepless night
Visions of pain,
questions being considered...quite insane
Don’t think I know wrong from right…
So, I’m gone, gone, gone

Like a bird on its wing
Like a song I’ve got to sing
I’m gone now,
And I cannot wait to go.

Things are fuzzy,
not sure of the day,
feels like I'm floating
in some mystical way...now watch...as off I go.