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Dreams in a Petrie dish bound together for a unified cause as the wheels of if turn the possibilities into observations within a 95% confidence interval. Could we win a Grammy for our songs? Will anyone notice? Does anyone care for our brand of Cosmic Noise? Joey adds his flair with music I can sing to and enliven. Together we are after the brass ring. Are there any record companies looking for us? My phone is so fussy as to what number it will allow through into my universe. Keep trying! Someday Isle, . . .
Someday Isle
Someday I’ll swim out in the deep end without the fear of being swept away.
Someday I’ll set a subtle reminder that everything is going to go my way.
Someday I’ll traverse the snowfield that appears to encapsulate your heart
Someday I’ll set my watch for Wednesday after that we will never be apart.
Someday Isle is not a tropical place
To be there I have got to live through it
Someday Isle is more of line on my face
Construed more as a round tuit
Someday I’ll be the boat on the horizon as the sun sinks so low
Someday I’ll be that skater who eludes the cracks and the cold water below
Someday I’ll be a racecar driver who completes a mechanical show
Someday I’ll be the lifeguard on duty who saves the philanthropic widow
Someday Isle is not a tropical place
To be there I have got to live through it
Someday Isle is more of line in my face
Construed more as a round tuit
Someday I’ll swim in the deep end without the fear of being swept away.
Someday I’ll set a subtle reminder that everything is going to go my way.
Someday I’ll traverse the snowfield that appears to encapsulate your heart
Someday I’ll set my watch for Wednesday after that we never will be apart.
Someday Isle is not a tropical place
To be there I have got to live through it
Someday Isle is more of line in my face
Construed more as a round tuit
