Outside Part II

Outside Part II

When I hear that sound over there
I go outside for what I am bound to
Where I hear all over again those sounds
The ones that are known to be long forgotten

I always try to take a chance with the wind
My ears might hear the ripples of a new wave
And how couldn't this be time well spent?
Reaching melodies known to be long forgotten

I longed, stared at the stars with this in mind
My pulse was living acceleration and deceleration
Everything but this sweet 'ol simplicity
Something that I've known to be forgotten

I may have counted all the full moon
How many since the last epiphany?
I may have lost the exact estimate
Something unknown to be long forgotten