It is fascinating to listen to the world wake up in the morning. It’s as though everything is still and frozen in time that even the birds are hesitant to start their morning songs. But then suddenly, as the first stretch of daylight crawls across the lines and rows of rooftop houses, you can hear the whole Earth start up in stages. First the signaling of the distant trains, their own morning song in a way I suppose. Then the rest of the neighborhood follows suit in a chorus. Car engines rattle on to melt the ice off their windshields and they too, groan and moan not yet ready for the daily grind. I picture people sipping their coffee while their kids quickly and hastily brush their teeth to make it to school on time. The buses stagger in lines to greet them at their doorsteps. One by one the birds unruffle their feathers in the treetops and begin to rise in song. The streets that just lay undisturbed moments ago, pristine with a thin layer of 4AM dew, are now bustling with car exhaust and scurrying street cats who are simply trying to get out of the way. And you in the midst of your tossing and turning murmur something in your sleep and I wish I could lie here forever.

If I wrote to you and not know what to say
Baby, I'm gonna set it all straight
And if I felt a tune and not know what to play
Well, maybe to you I sound the same

I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool

Well maybe to you, I’m not able to make a change
Out of the blue, here to wash the other colors away
What would I do if the music weren’t made
Down/out of use, you sing to make a trade

I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool

When I write to you and know just what to say
Sonny, that will be the day
But when I feel that two of us can imitate
Then that’s one of us we can make

What words can work when you’re under pressure? and
What tongue can speak that my mind cannot utter? and
What will I be mute to and what might I mutter?
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or whatever?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

This Sunday’s got me homesick but yet I’ve been home since last week
You reminded me of myself and of what might come to be
But I cannot judge because he’s just like me, a forgery
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or something other?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

To see you here in person couldn’t be worse than not at all
I’d love to write a letter but you know no one does that as much, am I wrong?
Wishing we could see each other and wasn’t a young man’s brother, gained or lost
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
And nothing lesser?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

Let’s go back to the old days where we could make each other laugh
Older now, but in our twenties, how long was that supposed to last?
Not much to look forward to except for looking up or looking back
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or maybe never?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

What words can work when you’re under pressure? and
What tongue can speak that my mind cannot utter? and
What will I be mute to and what might I mutter?
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or whatever?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

So, stare up at noon with stars up at night
I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light
I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might
Stare up to you, quiet goodbye

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways
I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days
I’ll see you son, and in your stays
Stare up to one, why, it would wave

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

Moonman/Sunman
Moonman/Sunman

It happened again
I tried to count to ten
But this time it just didn’t work

And now I’m in bed
With these thoughts in my head
About how you must think I’m a ****

How do I explain
How I’m in so much pain
When you’re hurting too

I should just go to sleep
But all I can think
Is what do I say to you?

I try to pretend
But I’m crying to my friends
On the phone to them every night

And through the tears I yell
While I’m asking ‘What the hell
Must I do to set this right?

How do I explain
How I’m in so much pain
When you’re hurting too

I should just go to sleep
But all I can think
Is what do I say to you?’

They say give it time
But I can’t control it
And now I’m just repeating
I’m sorry, I love you
I’m sorry, I love you
I’m sorry, I love you
I love you

Maybe now I realise
I need to respect your disguise
Or else I will lose you

And so I’ll go to sleep
Instead of trying to think
About what I should say to you

Alone she goes in the woods
- dark robes covering her womanhood -
No other thoughts shaping her angular face
But the will to burn Autumn leaves.

A fire set on the auburn ground
- a muddy dough of death -
Begs her coming as flame rise high
And smoke signals the way.

No tears no loud cries
No regrets nor fears
The wish to burn away her past
Stronger than the waving of spears.