Everywhere You Go, There You Are

Agnostic spirituality

Everywhere you go there you are!

Wondering who the hell is in charge around here!

Wondering why the hell life makes so little sense!

When there’s nobody home but us chickens!

Confusing ourselves with our own shadows!

Easily confused by anything anywhere we go.

Panicking, screaming like a sheltered little girl!

Throwing yet another tantrum hurting yourself!

Hiding inside from everyone like a scared rabbit.

Blaming anyone anything and everything handy!

Panicking, like a door mouse, at the drop of a hat!

Hunting people, like the wicked witch of the west.

Haunting them all, drugging up the past yet again!

Judging everyone and everything you can imagine!

Beating up everyone like the worst bully you know!

Busy attempting to think your way out of each trap!

Pecking away at everything just for something to do!

Blaming the Fates for the winter of your own despair!

Picky-picky, is just too picky for anyone who is picky!

Pretending nothin’ from nothin’ ain’t something to us!

Posturing as if we are models and famous movie stars!

Posturing, pondering how best to posture for posterity!

Insanity is for little people, without any common sense!

If nobody ever sells it, it can’t possibly be worth buying!

If nobody ever buys any they must be selling something!

Guilt is a terrible thing to waste on a guilt ridden world.

Words are a waste of time when you go round in circles!

Persistence of memory is what matter for your feelings!

Fantasizing about meeting the one and only right one!

Fantasizing about stomping your enemy into the dirt,

Fantasizing about becoming your own greatest hero!

Fantasizing about marrying, “Mr Fantasy” himself!

Put on my blue suede shoes as I boarded the plane!
And touched down in the land of the Delta Blues,

Still drenched, in the middle of the pouring rain!

Yeah, I got a first class ticket, but I'm as blue,

As any boy or girl in the world might possibly be!

Then I'm walking in Memphis...

Walking my feet ten feet off of Beale!
Walking in Memphis!

But do I really feel the way I feel?

Saw the ghost of Elvis……On Union Avenue,
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland,
Then I watched him walk right through!
Now, security they did not see him...
They just hovered 'round his tomb.
But, there's a pretty little thing,
Waiting for the King,

Down in the Jungle Room!

Walking in Memphis!

But do I really feel the way I feel?

Then I'm walking in Memphis,

Walking my feet ten feet off of Beale!

Now Muriel plays piano,

Every Friday at the Hollywood,
And they brought me down to see her,

Asked me if I would, do a little number,

And, I sang with all my might!
She said "Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And, I said "Ma'am, I am tonight!"

(Marc Cohn)