It's sunday, early evening
A warm and gentle breeze rushes in through the cracked windows, brushing my face.
The sun is just beginning its graceful descent behind the Rocky Mountains
Like its done so many evenings before
For a moment, it seems as though the earth is standing still
All that can be heard is the sound of rubber tires gliding over the asphalt
A muffled hum fills the air.
I reach for the radio, switching it on
"I live one day at a time
I dream one dream at a time"
The words penetrating my ears.
As I continued to drive, I glanced to the sky again,
Noticing the clouds had become a fusion of blue, and purple, and pink.
Approaching Castle Rock, it was as though you could imagine Van Gough himself, sitting upon that rock, painting the colors of the sky
While the clouds flowed lucidly, the sky their ocean.
And for a few brief moments, the real became unreal
The world was no longer the world, but instead a painting
Forever preserved in this moment.
The song continued to play, bringing life to the picture in front of me
Driving, to where, I don't know.
It doesn't matter. Because in this moment, time is frozen.
All that matters is today.
The worries of tomorrow, obligations, commitments, the future; none of those exist.
The world is a painting, and only a painting.
"And I live one day at a time..."
A warm and gentle breeze rushes in through the cracked windows, brushing my face.
The sun is just beginning its graceful descent behind the Rocky Mountains
Like its done so many evenings before
For a moment, it seems as though the earth is standing still
All that can be heard is the sound of rubber tires gliding over the asphalt
A muffled hum fills the air.
I reach for the radio, switching it on
"I live one day at a time
I dream one dream at a time"
The words penetrating my ears.
As I continued to drive, I glanced to the sky again,
Noticing the clouds had become a fusion of blue, and purple, and pink.
Approaching Castle Rock, it was as though you could imagine Van Gough himself, sitting upon that rock, painting the colors of the sky
While the clouds flowed lucidly, the sky their ocean.
And for a few brief moments, the real became unreal
The world was no longer the world, but instead a painting
Forever preserved in this moment.
The song continued to play, bringing life to the picture in front of me
Driving, to where, I don't know.
It doesn't matter. Because in this moment, time is frozen.
All that matters is today.
The worries of tomorrow, obligations, commitments, the future; none of those exist.
The world is a painting, and only a painting.
"And I live one day at a time..."