Distant, From Somewhere Not So Far Away

Tell me what to do
I'll try to listen,
Tell me what to do

I'll try to listen over the city's grumbling
I'm not often patient enough to hear your words,
But I am listening

Your words are huge, too big to be heard
When I don't stop to pay attention
To the many signs I fail to observe

Where is my heart?
My courage?
My home?

I'm ready to sit still
And wait for the bus to arrive.
Help me be ready to meet the passengers on board
Someday taking the wheel to drive

Let me drive without being alone
The people will help you tell me what to do
I'm ready to drive your road home



-MANGO