Wishing you were here

Sometimes I wonder what would inform you

of how I could be so informed.

If how I entered this building arbores you

maybe just do all your chores.

What if I asked you to go on a weekend

far and away past the cloud?

Now that we're up there my mind feels cleaner

and now I'll say that I'm proud.

Just now I looked out the sky for a second

people were begging to get in.

If I just undid the latch I could let them,

but our supplies are running thin.

Wishing you were here.

Wishing you were here.

Outside my window at a quarter past seven

a dozen people stand in line.

Sometimes they sway and they move in their place

but more often than not they're just fine.

Without the context for this situation

I find myself incredibly dry.

Still it would have behooved this situation

if you weren't still with that guy.

Wishing you were here.

Wishing you were here.

As I move my fingers they get a little weaker

weaker and weaker every week.

But it doesn't matter what I keep doing,

no matter how much I've missed my peak.

Standing in silence from high in the clouds

watching the people below.

Of course you stand down their amongst them

I watch as you go and you go.

Wishing you were here.

Wishing you were here.