Bicoastal from Charm School by Obi Love Jones

Hello, sun here is setting
Weather is cried out, it’s water and sky
I see the plane circle, I’m lost in the jet stream
Sound is receding, I’ll let it slide

I’m out of sight, not out of mind
I’m counting the hours until I arrive

You say that our problems are only bicoastal
5000 miles, we have it all now
Considering distance and our destination
The space between two points and the speed of sound

It’s a matter of plan, a matter of speed
It’s a story of truth in urgency, yeah

Well it’s true
I’m just a poor man’s poor man
Water and sand
A light shaken loose and I know
I’ve got this old guitar hand
And time to understand
It’s all about you and me
Bicoastally

Pictures and images only work so long
I want something more than the digital you
Megabytes sent, with all good intention
They’re not intended to be the end use

I’m out of sight, not out of mind
I’m counting the hours until I arrive
It’s a matter of plan, a matter of speed
It’s a story of truth in urgency, yeah

Well it’s true
I’m just a poor man’s poor man
Water and sand
A light shaken loose and I know
I’ve got this old guitar hand
And time to understand
It’s all about you and me

Pack up my things
Unwind and play my heart strings again
Catch that last plane before the sun sets for you

• Rock
• Atlanta