Quicksand of the Everyday

Quicksand of the Everyday (Put on Your Travel Jacket)


What on earth are we doing here?
What the hell are we doing now?
Put on your travel jacket, my dear,
It's time to run! We need to figure out
Where and how!

'Cause the walls are closing in with a shade of gray,
And the fire in our hearts has been locked away!
We used to map the stars, we used to chase the sun,
Now we’re counting down the hours till the day is done!
So take the old maps out, let the house decay,
If we don't move now, we’ll always stay,
Sinking in the quicksand of the everyday.
Let’s run away!

Remember when the highway was a promised land?
When we held uncertain future right here in our hands?
Now the calendar’s a cage locked with routine's bolt,
And the window's getting blurry. No sky! Just a cold!

'Cause the walls are closing in with a shade of gray,
And the fire in our hearts has been locked away!
We used to map the stars, we used to chase the sun,
Now we’re counting down the hours till the day is done!
So take the old maps out, let the house decay,
If we don't move now, we’ll always stay,
Sinking in the quicksand of the everyday.
Let’s run away!

To the static on the radio, far from the hum of the street,
Let’s leave this solid pavement for the dirt on our feet!
We trade our adventures for a scripted routine,
We sold all the magic for a sterile machine!
I want the open sky!
Wink at me your tired eye and wave goodbye!

Just you and me.
Out past the city lights.
Back to the wild, wide-open nights.
Put on your travel jacket, my dear...
We’re out of here!

[(c)VonRaven, 2026]