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Oh, Now
All I said was "lead the way,"
and she forgave my old allegiance.
Call it love or novocaine
You cannot win at life by being you.
Evening comes like bleeding ink
The palest pink gives in to bruising;
Genius dying drink by drink
I'd like to think, it's not my doing.
Oh, now,
The old illusions fade out
and all I do is wait now
for the news to come back in.
Lay me down, lay me down, out there
Where the meadow dies in the autumn air.
And save the crutch, save the crown for when
I rise up from my sleep.
And you're reaching out, and you say out loud:
"I'm lost! Please come find me!"
And I know it's brave, to know what you need,
but when no one comes it's weak.
Oh, now,
the rifle's firing
deer run for their brief lives
the fear comes
but it's only seasonally.
And, oh, now,
The curtain's lifting
Bring out, your dumb and gifted
Let's see how
They'll choose whom to believe
Oh, I see...
At Sea
In the end
lack of wind
combined with falling tide
and rising waves.
Did us in
and just when
the gods were on their way
to intervene.
And when they come
they come on wings of doves
and say the kind of things like:
"Love will save you from the pain you've known!"
And when they go
they leave forlorn
the things that had once made them strong
abandoned them like a child out in the cold.
But who's to say
they'd come that way?
And who's to say they'd come
or even care?
And who's to know
if a life down below
wouldn't suit us more than a life
in open air?
Because when we dream it's blue and green
with silver lines etched in between
and everything's a painting to be framed.
And when we wake the dream's escaped
the colors all just bleed to gray
and nothing's left to move us but the train.
In the end
for all we planned
we wound up floating lost
out on the sea.
And all our friends
they bowed their heads
and vowed to keep us in
their memories.
Because if we fall or if we fly,
the time that we spend wondering why
is nothing to the time still in our hands.
And if I thrive or if I die,
I want you all to know I tried
I tried my best
to make you understand.
