David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Song#: 10

Album
Name of Song: We’re sorta in everything

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

Bridge
You can say what
you feel is the truth,
But most are asleep
and ignore their own sooth.
You can hope there is someone
who’ll save your own soul,
From where you have fallen
that keeps you unwhole.
_____

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
Pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

We’re sorta in everything
and sort of, well stuck.
So many pieces of being
that we’re told we made up.

We enter what we see,
Curious you might say,
Then we make copies
to remember the day.

An invisible process
of copying what’s there,
The mark of the spirit
but no one seems to care.

Chorus
Hard to be recognized
or prove we were there,
So instead what we do
is counter with dare.
The sad lonely story
of a spirit who’s lost,
Hoping to find
what they hope is their boss.
______

No one to talk to
about what is true
Incorrigible feelings
that stay within you.

Can you experience
those frustrations within,
The endless nobody
inside all that skin.

You can say what
you feel is the truth,
But most are asleep
and ignore their own sooth.

You can hope there is someone
who’ll save your own soul,
From where you have fallen
that keeps you unwhole.
________

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