I SEE YOU IN EVERYTHING.

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

I see you in everything.

I almost wish we were made for each other.

I know that you're ready for nothing

and all families are impaired

but you don't have to be your mother.

I sense you through the deadness.

The darkness can't hide the strength of your eyes.  

This madness we feel escapes words.

You just feel it out on the road,

you just stole the keys, didn't you, learned to drive?

Send me a postcard when you arrive.

I have been there

but I need a reminder that its treasure going by.

I love your will to survive.

We dance for hours,

whether for me or yourself.

Forget the neighbors, they know nothing and they don't care,

they just live for that job or some lesser arrangement.

I can see you going either way,

you'll build a career or sell to that doctor.

Everybody has the same option:

but some of us have more,

some have beauty,

some got lucky,

some have no conscience.

Some got backing,

some got nothing.

Some have nothing but everything.

Send me a postcard when you arrive.

I have been there

but I need a reminder that its treasure going by.

I need a reminder.                                                                                                   

                                                           Copyright 1989, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.