Big Space

He said you stand in your own shoes

I said I'd rather stand in someone else's

He said you look from your direction

I said I like to keep perspective

Close to the middle of the network

It seems we're looking for a center

What if it turns out to be hollow?

We could be fixing what is broken

Between the pen and the paperwork

There must be passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

There must be feeling in the pipeline

Beyond the duty and the discipline

I know there's anger in a cold place

All feelings fall into the big space

Swept up like garbage on the week-end

Between the pen and the paperwork

There must be passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

There must be feeling in the pipeline

All feeling

Falls into the big space

All feeling

Swept into the

Avenues of angles

Between the pen and the paperwork

I'm sure there's passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

I know there's feeling in the pipeline