I am a monument
Someone was here
Some stone was carved
Some sketches made, remade
Some alterations...

I stand strong now
The creases of my neck
Are placed just right
And they can name
All of my veins

Someday, I will move
And my joints will crack
Then I will rub my eyes,
I will yawn,
And then I will curl up on the floor
And sleep for a long,
Long time

World peace is unlikely
Still I look ahead
I pray my boys are alright
After I am dead

A bowl of chili this morning
The sun rises in the East
Everybody gathers
For the mystic feast

Seattle in the rain
Kamakura snow
Springsteen in Louisville
Yoko yo yo yo yo!

I have known you as far as my memory goes.
I have observed you, watched you grow—
As I did too.

But I wonder why we never talked,
’Cause we never talked before,
Was all I could think back then.

And even now,
I think it’s still the same—
’Cause we never talked before,
And maybe… we never will.

I live among blurry faces,
faces of people I used to know.