Audience of one

can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers In years of wet cement The days blurred into each other Though everything seemed clear We cruised along at half speed But then we shifted gears. We ran like vampires from a thousand burning sons But even then we should have stayed But we ran away Now all my friends gone Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone. Identities assume us As nine and five add up Synchronizing watches To the seconds that we lost I looked up and saw you I know that you saw me We froze but for a moment In empathy. I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug You gave my emptiness away. But you ranaway Now all my friends gone Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from ? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? We’re all ok, until the day we’re not The surface shines, while the inside rots We raced the sunset and we almost won We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on. We ran away Now all my friends gone Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone?