John Michael Sellers - Rabbit Holes Lyrics

All the kids, they cry for freedom
Time goes by, I can barely hear them now
It slips away

One by one, we all walk toward you
Find our field, a quiet solitude
We slip away

Some find joy and others sadness
We all showed up, a formal circumstance

I found heaven, it's on my street
Lamppost humming, makes me feel complete
I slip away

Is it the folding of our hands?
Is it the closing of our eyes?
Can you hear me when I pray?
When I'm praying?
Is there reverence in my mind?

Such big thoughts, few would answer
Rabbit holes and dodging banter

What to make of our goodbyes
We never find the right words, that's alright
Another day

Is it the folding of our hands?
Is it the closing of our eyes?
Can you hear me when I pray?
When I'm praying?
Is there reverence in my mind?

Maybe you're there, I don't listen
A busy birth, a blessing either way
I slip away