Sleight Of Hand lyrics

Routine was the theme

He'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform

Something he hadn't imagined being

As the merging traffic passed

He found himself staring down

At his own hands

Not remembering the change

Not recalling the plan

Was it?

He was okay

But wondering

About wandering

Was it age?

By consequence?

Or was he moved sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall

Lost on a road he knew by heart

It was like a book he read in his sleep, endlessly

Sometimes he hid in his radio

Watching others pull into their homes

While he was drifting

On a line

Of his own

Off the line

Off the side

By the by

As dirt turned to sand

As if moved by sleight of hand

When he reached the shore of his clip-on world

He resurfaced to the norm

Organized his few things, his coat and keys

Any new realizations would have to wait

Till he had more time

More time

A time to dream

To himself

He waves goodbye

To himself

I'll see you on the other side

Another man moved by sleight of hand