The Simple Things


I woke up very early on this cold March morning. It’s freezing here in Kloten, Switzerland. I’m suppose to visit Luzern later on today, but the weather doesn’t seem to be cooperating.

March 2008 – Frankfurt, Train Station

Where are you going?
Are you running away too?
We could run away together
But we’re running from me and you

With the millions in this station
We find one another
Let’s read into things
On second thought, don’t bother

Name it what you want
Destiny or fate
I’ll call it what it is
It’s too little and too late

Hero’s Goodbye

So you tell me,
“You think, you’re the hero
Couldn’t you have saved us?
Saved us from ourselves
Take your cape off, big joke
I’m finding someone else,
Without his head caught in the clouds
And with two feet on the ground”
I couldn’t get a word in
It seems, you’d thought this through
And you’re so good with words
I don’t stand a fighting chance
But you’re the one crying
I’m stunned, just wondering
When my baby leaves for good
Who’ll heat dinner in advance?
You said something,
About my absence
When you needed me most
Hero to the world, and to you a ghost
That hit me like a truck,
A big truck with giant wheels
With a building on top,
And a bomb rigged for impact
I wish I had a comeback
But you’re so perfect, you are
I’m left smirking, and knowing
It’s time for our goodbyes
So I say,
I wish you’d stay
But since you have to go
Look for someplace nice.