If I should fall asleep on the drive home, wake me up
when we get there. Like fields we pass along the way we
change rapidly. A song can be heard from an old wooden
house, the chorus only children knew. I reached for their
high melody, my voice cracked and refused. The street
lamps pointed fingers as I squinted to see dots in the
distance come true. And the children grew as they came
closer to me. He passed right by where I was standing on
the front porch, yesterday. He walked into my living
rooms, and sat down like my belongings. Two strangers
introducing: who can say just how they are? Well each
party has it's witnesses. I try to keep track of myself
while everyone keeps moving to some hidden, meanwhile
place. As I trade the lies for smoke and wine, but I sell
my soul for free. Keep telling yourself the less we have,
the happier we'll be. Oh and the happier it will be. It's
plain to see invisible minds are working in this place.
The miracles are showing on every face. Canoe, canoe,
down the falls from mountain to ocean. But even at the
peak of the happiest day. My heart turned to a night when
your love ran dry. Empty creases where the water once ran
to save me.