That's still you, under the makeup, behind the eyeshadow,
That's still you, behind the shadow of the tree, tired of the sun,
That's still you, placing the "daily bread" before "god's holy throne,"
That's still you, playing the flute, filled with frivolity but cursing the rain.
That's still you, before the "sacred" alter, picking a ring-a man-made stone.
That's still you, and do you know what? You'll never grow up until you are the real you again...

I was born in West Valley Utah on a Labor day,
My mother said she would take me there after May.
So we went there when I was around about eight,
And it was then that I got to observe the Great Salt Lake.
In all my childhood travels before I'd never known
Something that looked like snow but wasn't cold.
It just looked like sand and I was amazed I was told,
That sailing on this lake wasn't possible for boats.
But I'd seen where I came from yet couldn't make out
That this was by my birthplace, a great salt so pale,
Thus my knowledge of my dawn was brought about
That I was born by a lake one only dreams to set sail.

Why do they still believe that from one beer
All light was made? Why give thanks to this one deity,
A being of drunken faith? Before all time I was convinced
they knew the way, but now I question more and more
the meaning of what they seek and why they prey.
Giving in to temptation is all too easy now, why I
Could find a thousand sellers selling people out!
Peddling to pushers, giving drugs in stores, why would
We need all this glitter giving THEM GALORE? They get
The beer glass over flowing, the cowboys in the stands
And the guns that shoot much better, made by drunken
Hands. So remember what I say, remember it if you will,
Simplicity is a virtue, for rich pockets it wont fill.

I thought it was over too soon,
The rain pulled the jacket back
Slick pouring out over my head
The letter rain drenched, ink flows
All across the colors blend, drops of
Rain splotched purple and black,
And your eyes telling me of lack,
But it wasn't over. The sound of wind
Rushed through the trees, carried your song
Across fields, through streams and valleys,
As though it could forever go all along
Whistling in with the rhythm of the driven seas,
Chanting with the birds across the way,
Waves channel it through earth and stone
And cracks between the gorges and cliffs,
Telling me it was going to be hard, alone,
Still not entirely certain that we'd fit, the light dim,
Further on the faded light and rushing waves,
Rain pouring until sundown, and a foggy mist sets in
In the sky just beyond the hills in lovely grays.

We have our special song,
It's here in my heart.
I've played it until dawn,
As you well know, it's my part.
I play our song on the Piano
And our music is sensational.
Our song is a melody unlike others,
No one has written it but
US and it's called Soft Rain.
When I give you the note to our sweet
Song you will lose your built up pain.
And my love, ours is an undying flame.
We've flown up to the sun and touched it,
Swam to the oceans bottom and were drenched
By it, and thus from the sky comes soft rain.
I love you my dear and
I play it each year,
It keeps you fresh and in my
Heart-once more I'll Be near

Whenever I hear the rain tapping,
Pulsing like a heartbeat, the cars tires sloshing
Pulling each torrent of water in every direction,
And sending drops flying like tiny clear pearls.
The wind like an invisible giant bends on a large tree
As the speeding train comes the cross lights flash
As red beaming orbs, like a heartbeat, off and on, off,
And so on a fast car slows so you can see forever as
Someone emerges, soon from beneath its window pane.
A dog barks and a lady screams, and then the rain,
Gleaming as the red flashing lights,
Slows to a drizzle.

The tankards rest on the table as at an inn,
People sit and eat bread and it's noisy.
I fumble with my new shoes and jerkin
With a muffin cap that I don proudly.
I'm newly dressed in old borrowed clothes
And I run outside and see the Dance Macabe in rags.
While the Faire's parade comes close,
I can see the clouds in the sky blow like white grey flags.
Surrounded by endless hubbub my face beaming
Like the sun shedding light,
I'm smiling from ear to ear
As the man in the moon does at night.