Now...in this faraway land
Strange...that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring...and the air's turning mild
City lights...and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what I mean
Rain...and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury...
My home...was a place near the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew and air of normality
1 | epitaph |
2 | Elephant Talk |
3 | One Time |
4 | Red |
5 | In The Wake Of Poseidon |
6 | 21st century schizoid man |
7 | Fallen Angel |
8 | Frame By Frame |
9 | Matte Kudasai |
10 | I Talk to the Wind |