Tyrone

Tyrone
Laid down
In the grass
By the sound
Of what was
A quiet night
Kind of cool
For July

His mom
Inside her phone
She's never really
Been alone
There's a fence
Around our dreams
And what it is 
Is what it seems

Headphones on
An evening walk
Makes this place
A kind of waltz
Even here
Even anywhere 
You can feel the world
In the air

Every day
Running hard
Not just enough
Not catching up
Claude Debussy 
And Isaac Hayes
Neither knew
What to say

So many questions
Not just a feel
Take the stairs
If they're real
Ah we get these moments
We almost see
Above the ocean
Beyond the trees 

And even still
All this time
There's this war
Yours and mine
You have to wonder
What's been achieved 
If every prisoner
Still believes 

A little more 
And I'll be free
A little more
And I'll be free
A little more
And a little more
Tyrone walks
Through the door

Maybe tomorrow 
Maybe soon
Don't look in November 
For what you were in June
The music brought
A hope so calm
All Tyrone said
Was I love you Mom
And all Tyrone said
Was I love you Mom