Best laid plans fall apart. Follow the feeling that leads your heart. Throw your full mind, and you will find. It, it, it, there’s something out there.
What it is I do not know, wish it’d clear and then show. Open a door, give me for sure. It, it, it. There’s something out there.
With a tickle in the finger, this itch does linger. One telling thought, is all it ought. It, it, it. There is something out there.
The words softly spoken, could well be the token. The wish had been heard, and with it a word. It, it it. There is something. Out there.
The eyes they do see, they imagine what could be. It could be the one, one I thought had gone. It, it, it. There is. Something out there.
I wonder if it’s a mutual feeling, to feel on the ceiling. Wanting to know for sure, if I’m at that door. It, it, it. Is there something? Out there?
If the wall can be broken, words can be spoken. I can lay down my head, and slip off into bed. It, it, it. I’m sure something is out there.
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 