Let me take your mind off the storm
And the flood that's come thru the room
Left everything in a mess


One light
In a crowded room
And I wasn't so frightened, I wasn't so lost

One day
I won't be here to play this guitar
The rain I will no longer hear
The people I love will have come and gone

The churches
The tribes
The great tomes of mankind
Can't tell me where

And there will be a hole in my heart
There will be a hole in yours

There's a pink elephant
Walking across the continents
He's bigger than the sun
And all the stars that peer like newborn children

He's got places he likes to visit
Places he likes to drink and eat

Songs he likes to sing
And people he likes to meet

I look at him
His trunk like a question mark
He is there at every breath
Walking across the continent
Visible thru every window

But for the skies there are no fences facing
The crow speaks into the blue openness
I don't have to be anybody else here

Eucalypts hang lazily
This part of the earth bends into the sun
Its natural inclination

There are no labels
The cupped hands that held the rains are still there
They can't be bought or sold

I feel the press and the crowd
The roof-blown churches
The new religion loud
Where to now?

Well, just as you are

Into this landscape
Changing with the seasons
Falling and rising

When I'm in the atelier of my mind
I return to that feeling
Of not being able to run away and escape

I could be in the middle of a fair in Buenos Aires

It could be a National day of Thanks

There could be sunlight pouring through the house

And there I am

So a lament for that which always struck me
about singers of songs

Why so sad? So serious? I'd ask

A Lament, and lamentable sounds
And willow trees swaying lugubriously

A Lament, no smiling allowed
We wouldn't want to cheapen something so profound

I feel I'm moving against the current
Time and his characters
Fate and her fire
Trying to be infinity in a spot

Trying to make someone
With character
With fire
Who will stand the test of time

There is no button for me
Fast-forward, rewind
I'm yet to sing a song
By the campfire

The one that keeps burning
With stories and wonder
The one that can't be put out
The one I know is there

When I'm stuck in the train door
With my guitar
You're there running to help
Pulling at the doors
I look for you in the crowd
I look for you in a new town
And I know you're there behind me
I can hear your braided hair
Thankyou

Cool calm killer
Calm and considered
But everyone's got a knife
To carve a smile into this black
Where's your's?

The weight of it
Dropping like a dead planet
Find it
Find it
Test it, try it

One good **** is a **** for us all!