everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is a chance
to right a thousand wrongs

every lifetime tells another possibility
every wrinkle in time shows a future memory
every lifeline holds a new reality
every star shines on another version of me

will i be a pot head?
would i be better off dead?
would i use a gun or a knife?
will i be a hot head?
would you hear a word i said?
will i be a man to raise a hand to my wife?

will i be blind?
will i be kind?
will i find i can move mountains with my mind?
will i know myself a child of god and love
will that be enough?

see every heartbeat is just another possibility
every sunrise saves me from obscurity
everyday.

everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is my chance
to find where i belong

every place i wait in the belly of futility
but every song becomes my own private litany

will i have a nice ride?
would i make a beautiful bride?
will i earn more than minimum wage?
would i let myself decide
when it’s time to eat my pride?
will i be reincarnated a sage?

will i just be ordinary?
or would that be too scary?
will i let the church choose who i wed?
will i bleed? will i burn?
will i notice my turn? and will i take it?
everyday