Within You, Without You

“Ah! What’s the word, what’s the word, what’s the word I yelled?”, stalking around my apartment.

“What’s your problem Jon?” Trish asked, appearing out of the bathroom.

“I can’t remember the freaking word!” I exclaimed. “I had it two minutes ago, I said this word is going to go write here, but now I can’t remember it!”

Trish peered over my shoulder at the paper that was in my hand.

“Talking,” she said, “We were talking about the space.”

“Oh yes!” I cried. “You’re a genius Trish, a freaking genius!”

“Within you, without you. Ring any bells?” Trish asked.

“Nope. Why? Should it?”

“Well yeah! That’s the song it’s from!” Trish exclaimed.

“Oh,” I said, for lack of a better word.
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We were talking-about the space between us all

And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
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“Yo, Beth!” I exclaimed, waving to my friend.

“Hey Liz!” she replied. Yes, we share a name, so we have different nicknames.

“Did you hear the song? The Beatles one they started playing on the radio?” she asked.

“Mhm, well I heard the re-make some band or another made, but I’m sure it’s pretty much the same thing,” I replied.

“I find it so strange. No lyrics or anything,” she said.

“There are lyrics though! I looked it up because it was bugging me,” I said.
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We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it

To try our best to hold it there-with our love

With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
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“I don’t get it! I don’t get it! Where have I heard that song before? Where?” I shrieked.

“Josy, what’s wrong?” Ken asked.

“Here, listen to this. I know the song, but I can’t place it!” I said, forcing the headphones into his hands.

He listens for a couple seconds.

“It’s the Beatles sweetheart. Of course you’d be able to recognize it,” he said.

“Seriously!?”

“Yeah, the band probably played it at the Beatles tribute.”

“Oh, yeah, probably.”
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Try to realize it's all within yourself

No-one else can make you change

And to see you're really only very small
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“Dude! What is this stuff?” I asked.

“It’s music. Good, old-fashioned music,” Mark said.

“Sounds more like racket to me, not music,” I said.

“Seth, it’s the Beatles. You normally love the Beatles. Can’t you even identify their songs anymore?”

“What? The Beatles? You must be kidding me,” I said.

“Nope, it’s them,” Mark said, putting his headphones back in.
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And life flows ON within you and without you.

We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,

Who gain the world and lose their soul
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“Stupid test,” I muttered, slamming open my locker.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that hard,” Patrick said, opening his next to me.

“For you maybe,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” I replied, grabbing my I-Pod and slamming my locker shut.

“Someone has anger management problems,” Patrick said, following me outside.

“I do not,” I protested, turning on my music.
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They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,

Is waiting there
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“My computer’s going to explode,” Heath said.

“Why? What’s happening?” I asked.

“Too much open at the same time,” Heath replied, frantically typing on the keyboard.

“Then close something,” I said.

“I can’t. I need everything open,” he said.

“Can you put some music on?” I asked after a couple minutes of silence.

“Sure,” he answered.
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And the time will come when you see

we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.