I watched the sunsets slowly burn And shafts of sunlight, afternoons, Fall through clouds of feather-white. I heard the wind once, playing tunes Across the boughs of flow'ring trees And through the grass grown much too long. And from the wires across the street, Heard symphonies of mourning
Coffee shops, or crowded streets, Smoky rooms or airplane seats, Side by side or paths uncrossed-- Can I help it? I feel lost. I may take a train today, Arrive quite safe, or lose my way; I may sit still in empty wood, And feel a chilling of my blood.
Don't get fake with me. I see you And I see behind the smile. Don't tell me lies-I know you And I've seen you for awhile. You've tried to show me charm And you've tried to show me you. But
If my life was not meant To be lived in this yoke, If your burden is easy, I could go for broke And kick 'gainst the goads, Hard as I find it. I prefer to live first, And then to rewind it. But no! Here's the sun,
Watch the curtains intertwined. See the chaos undefined. Not the thought I had in mind, Though getting closer hourly. I hate to think I'm in a hole Where all is hidden but my soul. I need the edge defined and whole, But I'm tasting freedom sourly.