Who's Lonely
Echoes of Solitude: Poppa Foster's Reflections
Lyrics
I saw you lying there, your back propped up against the seat
I observed you sitting with your back against the seat.
You call out to the wind, but I'm sure you know the wind is at your feet
You reach out to the wind, but you're aware that you have control over your circumstances.
So I fumble for the car key to get my motor back on the concrete
I search for my car key to restart my life, symbolized by the motor on concrete.
If you're not a part of me then why am the one who's lonely
If you're not a part of my life, why am I the one experiencing loneliness?
I stuck up an old poster to cover up the holster on the wall
I cover up a reminder of conflict (holster) with an old poster.
And I don't draw my gun no more even when I'm feeling low or small
I no longer resort to aggression even when feeling down; I've changed.
But I stole your prize possession, I keep it in my pocket to remind me
I took something valuable of yours as a memento, keeping it close.
If you're not a part of me then why am the one who's lonely
If you're not a part of my life, why am I the one experiencing loneliness?
I used to be so full
I used to be fulfilled.
I used to be so holy
I used to be pure and sacred.
I used to be the bull
I used to be strong and assertive (bull).
Thinking only of me
I used to be self-centered.
I used to set it right
I used to correct my mistakes and maintain a clear conscience.
And keep my eyes clean
I used to keep myself morally upright.
So I stumble to the nearest counter and count the final coins within my grasp
I struggle to find any remaining resources and face the end of my journey.
There's no vision to look forward to, no chance of recounting my past
No foreseeable future, no opportunity to reflect on my past.
And I hold a ball of envy choked down below my dreams deep in my throat
I harbor jealousy deep within me, suppressing my aspirations.
If you're not a part of me then why am the one
If you're not a part of my life, why am I the one
If you're not a part of me then why am the one
-If you're not a part of me then why am the one who's lonely
If you're not a part of my life, why am I the one experiencing loneliness?
Oh time, time, time, time, time
Expressing the repetitive and enduring nature of the feeling of loneliness over time.
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