This Into Something

I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
So what do you say?
Let’s get away
We could drive to the coast
We could stare at the sea
We could walk along the sand that sits by the river
We could even go bird watching — if we wanted to
So, how can we turn this into something?
So, how can we turn this into something
Worth waiting for?
 
So what do you say?
Let’s getaway
We could drive to the coast
We could swim in the sea
We could run along the sand
On the strand by the river
We could even go hang gliding — if we wanted to
Just me and you
In a sky so cascadingly clear
Over the hills and
Over the valleys and
All of the trees
The pines and the karris
With our bright plastic patterned wings
We could fly
Just you and I
 
I’ been running all day
I’ been running away
I’ been running to work
Running to play
Things are happening to me in a haphazard way
And I’m glad it’s the weekend
And I’m here in a circle of friends
 
So how can we turn this into something?
So how can we turn this into something
Worthwhile?
Or at least worth a smile
On a Sunday afternoon?

© IAN LILBURNE 1986