Tapping Out the Rhythm

I was slowly drifting nowhere; this side of bump and grind While all the time I noticed, myself I couldn’t find And as I floated like some driftwood; on this rivers tributary; I desperately was reaching out, for perhaps one last Hail Mary; Then coming from the rivers bank, was a song I can’t repeat And all the birds were keeping time, by shuffling their feet So I paddled towards the tree line, to escape the summer’s heat; And I noticed they were keeping time, to some unknown beat So I twisted and I tangoed and at midnight I did waltz And I revived the faint of heart, with some smelling salts So I step now with direction, but sometimes I’m adrift And I wonder will I ever know, about the things I missed The thing that I now realize, as I’m coming round the bend; Is the people that I’m thinking of are the ones who were my friends And if my time should run out, and it seems I’m lost again I’m hoping I might have the chance, to try it all again.