Travis Atkinson - Performing Songwriter
Trippin'
by Travis Atkinson

© 2021

Trippin' around the chairs
I fell into you
Hidden behind the stairs where nobody shares
I found you, too

Were you running from demons?
Chasing the seasons
And what they promised you?

Filling a bucket with cares
You ought not to do

Well it's high time
Our souls get to mingling
It's a clear sign
Our bodies are tingling

With a newfound sensation
That ushers in singing
It's a move we've been waiting for
Sitting, trippin'

Lying behind those eyes
An indigo sea
Suitors and scholars with collars, they try & try
To unlock mystique

But your journey to simple kings
And promises they bring
Finds us singing

Letting as season of sighs
Make way for dreams

​Well it's high time
Our souls get to mingling
It's a clear sign
Our bodies are tingling

With a newfound sensation
That ushers in singing
It's a move we've been waiting for
Sitting, trippin'

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