Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

Thinking That They Might Grow

I could drown you in a bunch of metaphor, lord knows I’ve done that a time or two
Excavate some knowledge, I’ve got a wealth, so sit back and let me introduce myself
I ain’t gonna’ claim to know what puts the sparkle in your eyes,
I never had a clue, so I won't even try

We’ve all got those enterprises brewing on the side
Thinking that they might grow, but probably gonna’ die
Even if they find a way to struggle and survive
It's probably gonna’ spring from one big lie

A few hours is a long time if you measure it in just the right way
Time is gonna' stop when you unfurl the sails and go in search of your elusive white whales
See, there I go, just a minute in, letting those metaphors drip off my tongue cascading down around you and swallowing you up

Just beneath the surface you’re swimming through the tide
A harpoon’s in my left hand, a heart’s in the right
Thinking that they might grow, but probably gonna die
I let 'em both fall at my side

Brother, they say make a choice, what you got or what you plan to lose
The gallery is snapping their photographs, without concern or if they're gonna last
It’s not that you can’t start changing minds, just don’t pose for the picture on the wall and when the lights start flashing just forget about it all

Look into the photographs, look deep into the eyes
The stars all gather quickly and briefly they align
Thinking that they might grow but probably gonna die
And when the flashes fade it’s just another empty, endless sky

Because you put it in a frame doesn’t mean it’s art
Because you put a horse before it doesn’t mean you have a cart
Some clever little words won’t justify the part
And metaphors and dreams don’t pacify the heart