There's jets and there's trains--and there's just too much in any "us" that I have created...
So what's been going on? And downfall baby, where could you ever come from?
I'm a thousand miles high, and now I'm high; Up in the clouds-can't you see-that curl like waves and soothe like white sheets, and down....down in those fields, of anyone else's whole entire space. --------Invade mine and sometimes it'll lean in, and melt in...to a laugh. And we'll smile on either end of each other. Best that we can hope. I'm far from home. You've got a growing home.
So we dance with other people. Either side of candlelight. End of other people.
"Nice spending time with you two". And Both of us go back.
Goodnight. We'll never meet again like this they guess.
It's only ever a guess. A daydream. A total lie.
They said I kept up, but I've kept up before. Older years and darker corners. Another moment ends.
So its ending, sitting in a cafe by the street--watching the revelers pass, and the minutes tick, and my stomach growls.
But maybe this time it's really right. There's really something that knows more; in the lake wind that's so cooling, as if its been known. As if it's really right, that it's really something HERE, er-there.
So I hate to leave. Damn. I hate to leave without......well, it's just "time to leave" she says with a warm sigh. And for the first time I don't say "yeah". Can't move easily, so I don't say anything awhile.
All the keepsakes in a bag, all the pictures in a folder.
Listen as it turns my head to ache.
Who now, what now, should be home?--cause "next year" and "sometime soon" is too long to ever tell...
