The Other Side

<br>There are times when you will not like the sound of my voice <br>there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name <br>there`ll be nights when you wonder where the party`s at now <br>and you wonder why you never split this beat scene when a higher life awaits <br>there`ll be days when you don`t know how you picked the wrong life <br>in a second when it`s over in our own minds -- and it`s gone without a sound <br>there are fights that`ll hear things that we know we don`t mean <br>and we say `em `cos we don`t know what we both want and we can`t get to the other side <br><br>There are years that`ll fly like wind across a flood plain <br>unaware of its own weight, free of friction, and immune to its own speed <br>there are weeks that`ll crawl like slugs across a hot road <br>only moving `cos it just don`t know how to stop on a search for God knows what <br>and there are songs that`ll make your skull ring like a dropped cup <br>Resonating with the reasons why you worked through -- and the reasons why you stayed <br><br>For the long nights when you found a new resolve that I never knew was there <br>For the cold eye and the warm embrace now <br>For the righteous vibe that I need like the air I breathe <br><br>There are times when you`ll think you`ve got my funny number figured out <br>there`ll be days when I don`t feel like I ever knew you all that well and there are lines, drawn around, behind, above and over everyone <br>in an effort to figure out the place and time, the right, the wrong, the yours, the mine, and I`ll be damned if I feel like I will ever know anything <br>but if don`t keep moving on that last hill, <br>we`ll never know what`s on the other side