DESCENDING THE STAIRS - Whitey

Descending the stairs

I start with the feeling

That something I needed was lost

And going through my pockets

I wasn’t really sure what it was

And walking through the morning air

I get a feeling that something was no longer there

So I went through all my pockets again

And didn’t know what I lost

Then back up the stairs, that night

When I switched on the light, it felt empty and dark

The answer came through to me, clear as a voice from above

That I can’t live without anything

If I can’t live without love

I don’t need a million things

Need a brighter screen

Need a tropical dream

I don’t need the latest wheels

Just to roll me around

I don’t need to dress to impress

Keeping up with the rest

Stamper brand on my chest

I don’t need to read about the

I don’t need position

I don’t need confession

I don’t need the session to talk

Nothing’s as important, now I’m living somewhere above

Cause I can’t live without anything

Now I can’t live without love

Cause I can’t live without anything

Now I can’t live without love

What’s your definition of love?

Love?

It’s kind of like, you know, when you see a fog in the morning,

when you wake up before the sun comes out.

It’s just there a little while,

and then it burns away…

Really?

Absolutely

It burns away?

Yes.

Quickly

I don’t need permission

Holding my position

Changing my decisions

Wondering just why, and where, and how, and what is allowed

Late night complications

Futile conversations

Endlessly in the morning

With the same few situations

I don’t need to read about the

(Getting louder, and louder, and louder, and louder…)

I don’t need position

I don’t need confession

I don’t need the session to talk

Nothing’s as important, now I’m living somewhere above

Cause I can’t live without anything

Now I can’t live without love (love, love, love…)

Cause I can’t live without anything

Now I can’t live without love (Without love…)