I listen to the wind Talking to me Tales of places it’s been Cheeks flushed Sails pushed in a clutch Skirts hoisted unabashed Jackets opened Chests aflashed Windy days artistry Monet from the sea Bringing life to the leaves
You call to me Against your will You do it still I know you probably Wish for me Set both of us free But that’s what I believe When I don’t let myself dream
I’ve run out of songs I think New things to say Don’t come my way I am my own shrink So I say what I say And I ain’t got any special today This won’t become a habit Hopefully
There’s a saying about being on the wrong train Get off at the first station It says But sometimes it’s best to Just to see where the train goes One never knows
If I disappeared Who would it matter to? Surely not you Brought it hard as I could I thought I did real good It’s an acceptable failure For me At least The way I see