Among Nights Of Fire And Phrase
I never caught, I couldn't catch,
I didn't save your tears.
I was bare then and running,
shouting lyrics all mulberry waxed and heated,
in strides of reason, in streets untamed.
It was quiet through the wind
and I think my smile, half breathing,
answered for losing just the one of you,
the birthstone of a candied year,
what an accomplishment!
And when shade rests on the face of youth
it's a painful truth that you're undone.
I saved the green all dried and earth sticks
fragile with age, with history.
I saved the finger lockings on cotton treasure,
I saved a thought roll or two.
And I could see through to the ocean floor
when you spoke like that,
I could sense the danger in your unknown,
in the inability to understand my gig card mentality.
Was I available for questioning
when you doubted for that one second that I would see the sky?
I try like hell to spring, to live, to laugh with you.
I'd play guitar in the snow
and wash the sores with song,
I knew what went on.
I grew up and down a dozen times since then,
I felt a thousand souls beneath my feet
and saved a tear or two for one of you
but lost it on the way.
Are you proud of who I am,
are you lost in who you are?
Tracing little footsteps, dirty.
Old chemical smiles and empty love,
to lost, in quiet,...in life,
among nights of fire, and phrase.