The Never-ending Present

[D] [E7] [G]

[D]This waiting here for a b[E7]us is
[G]Almost better than its c[D]oming.
Every day it always d[E7]oes
As I d[G]aydream or kick some d[D]irt
Or throw a rock or check my w[E7]atch
Or c[G]atch my refl[Gmaj7]ection.
[G]And it barely makes an impressi[D]on
[E7]On the never-ending pre[G]sent.

This working from the inside out,
This stepping to the easel,
Is gonna run you into results,
Then there's the materials:
To see beyond your shoes
Reflected in the polish and see some images
Of truth beautifully demolished.
And it barely makes an impression
On the never-ending present.

Steel yourself against the cold
Or look for semi-precious shade.
When the bus crests that hill,
Love and hate are just the same.
Watching as the money drops,
Every day it always does.
Maybe there's a song in here.
No, and in fact, there never was.
Nothing but a little expression
From the never ending present.
Just me doing my impression
Of the never-ending present