Breath out of tune Eyesight blurry unnamed Trying to piece together These days that seem the same
When I thought I had it I really had nothing at all My signature stands black on the page And I think some days a man Can only take so many hours in his cage
I hear the cars pass by my white linen'd window With faces on the street walking to where I do not know The sun's behind a wall of clouds that looks like snow Wondering where the coffee is and where the doves go
I got my desk that's wide and a lady that's mine And we got all day to sit around n' waste time I step back, into the dust, and hear the puppies whine As she pours me another cup of that fine wine
At dusk the jailer must feed the prisoners Their eyes are black beans and serene One talks of his mother One talks of his little sister Another talks of his broken brother And the last says "I've only ever had my daughter"
Sun through the window Chairs alit as if from within God takes a seat at the bar As the Devil behind the burner Looks over his shoulder afar
To be ****** out of one's home Can stir such human resentment Forgiveness was not given to one, So why is it given to the rest of us?
These thoughts Do not tie me down; I am not being sold or bought
They go through me, They play around inside, And when I've had enough of it, And it enough of me, We part ways and say goodbye.
A present stained red sits on the porch step Fellowman trying to repay his lengthy debt I step forward as the white robed judge cries, "Guilty on ten degrees and don't you even try!"
A fine given and no penance emoted Words are meant to be unshackled, spoken "Ten dollars to the bailiff," the judge swooped in, "After that, you can leave and begin again."
When you look into your reflection In that big mirror in your master bedroom And see those squinted eyes and hair a mess, Your mouth twisted in a way you can't even guess, Go down to Annie's or that Russian place with the terrible coffee And think to yourself what you're really wanting
You may get an answer. You may not. It may take a minute, An hour, Hell, It may take a month or more.
But, would you rather be floating down a river With a slight wind in your sail? Or pass every direction sign, To blind to see, too tired to tell.
Rock the cradle With a gentle hand
Kiss her forehead As much as you can
These times are running, Don't you see?
We've got to be good to one another, As if he were your sister and she was your brother.
The white moon breaks through crystallized stars And I'm still sitting here listening to these rambling cars Not anxious that anything I do is up to par Oh' life's too long not to throw it all away and go back to the start