Sleight Of Hand (Live)

Routine was the theme
He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined being
As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering
Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep endlessly
Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes
While he was drifting.

On a line of his own
Off the line of the side bye the by
As dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand.

When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm
Organized his few things his coat and keys
And he knew realizations would have to wait
Till he had more time more time.

A time to dream to himself
He waves goodbye to himself
I'll see you on the other side
Another man moved by sleight of hand.