Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

Where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

A past in the future, a future now past –
Nothing is solid. Nothing may last.
And shadows are lost as darkness surrounds
But for flashes before more confusion resounds.

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

All so wet and dreary and cold –
Where is the warm hand to touch and to hold?
Why all the fret? Why weary so long?
Where is the comfort in singing this song?

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

And moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

clj – 3-2-88 – 4:12am