You never watch me when I fall
or hear my voices when I call
that boat you're in is
sinking very slowly

and the higher that I climb to olive branches
that are offered is the distance that's between us.

The boat you're in allows me to swim and
then I'm sinking too.

Begging letters answered by the beggars on the patchwork
of some streets that I have walked on
and in turn have talked to me when poverty begs only
silence.

I don't need your sympathy
I need you to write the words of the song
and sing to me and bring to me
that peace in which the
Summer lays
the happiest days.