We started out laughin, ended up cryin
The coming tide is losing momentum
And the ceaseless singing has lost its rhythm.
The trees are all fruitful but the plates remain empty
The blind man sees the world as a dream,
But with regained sight he sees its a nightmare.
The sun won't set cuz it don't want me sleeping
The voice of the thrushes has forgotten the spring
The people are all busy being lost on the street.
You said you got no time cuz you're lookin for answers
But, hey man, you can't find answers without knowing the questions
You can't go forward until you recognize you're backward.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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