Kind of Sensibility
Trine Rein/Johannes Groth
Every Tuesday
‘bout the same time and place a day
I get kinda bluesy
For the moments that drift away
There is a mother
With her kid they’re running off somewhere
While all of the children
They get to play, but they’re not aware
Well I don’t know
Who set the pace
Without a thought for life or
Any kind of sensibility
Stuck in a whirlwind
Breathing deep just to stay alive
Is all I can do now
While the world is just passing me by
Well I’m tellin’ you I really don’t know
Who wants to set this wild pace
Without a thought for life or
Any kind of sensibility
Where did my senses go
Where does my spirit flow
How can I stay ahead
When the world outside seems to be shifting faster than the wind
Once in a lifetime
You get to look back on all your life
Taking a deep dive
Was I real, or just living a lie
Well I’m tellin’ you I really don’t know
Who wants to set this wild pace
Without a thought for life or
Any kind of sensibility
Where did my senses go
Where does my spirit flow
How can I stay ahead
When the world outside seems to be shifting faster than the wind
Why does my heart beat so fast
Why do I feel surpassed
It seems they’re all on their way
No matter how you play there’s not
Any kind of sensibility
Once in a lifetime
You get to look back on all your life