Karma insisted I write a feel good song to make up for "Little Miracles."
Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
On a bus destined for quiet shoals
We ride in
Cramped spaces
Sure that fortune takes us toward our goal
Of enlightenment
Seeking evidence of modern love
Takes us to
Strange places
With ideals of life that never was
On firmament
Why all the shouting
And demagoguery
If you think that your way is best
Just live it, let these others be
Still ita€™s difficult to make our quest with
No boons to
Return with
But we really want to make an end
And head on home
See the friends we havena€™t seen for weeks
Make food and
Have a party
Contemplate the failure of our trip
And what it means
But they dona€™t care that
Wea€™re no wiser than we were
If we want to reach that higher place
Maybe we should keep our travels
To our own back yard
Tend the people we already love
Hang out and
Share smiles
Maybe we can make a neighborhood
In our own place
Grow in this place
