Next Day

One day it's this, next day it's that.
You say I can, you mean you can't.
You say something, you mean anything.
One day you're up, next day you're down.

One day you go, next day you stay.
You signal bunt, you hit away.
You say hello, you mean goodbye.
One day you know, next day it's why?

It's just the stage of dissimilation,
Which lies somewhere between,
What you call being here,
And what I call being there.

So come on down and touch,
What you say isn't much,
And what I say means everything,
It's the common ground we sing.

It's the chapter of discombobulating,
Just the page where we try relating,
To the something we can't see,
The next day for you and me.

So maybe it's something you see badly.
Maybe that something is being with me.
Maybe we can get past the rolling tide,
The one that brings my darker side.

So just as sure as the sunset ends the day,
It rises once again and seems to find it's way.
There's the unanswered questions and no words to say,
We can still find ourselves on the next day.