Walking down the street kicking up the leaves
Like a latter day Snoopy and Woodstock
Man when you sit there I could almost hear Guaraldi playing in my head
Well the city's been good to you all those young people running everywhere
with everything to do
But I believe this coas

The rain refuses,
a few drops and then it stops,
a few drops and then it stops
The city holds its breath
You come home from work
And I can tell around the corners of our talk
That this waiting on the rain reminds us of waiting for her

You and me hand in hand
Int

There's a right turn somewhere that can take you to the wrong place
Someone you don't know can start stepping on your face
There's a left turn somewhere that can take you from the smoke
But someone stole the street sign and the traffic light is broken
There's an upturn in the mon

I speak to you
Hope you'll understand
You made your son Joseph a dangerous man
He's gone to town
Got himself a gun
This could happen to every mother's son

I spoke with Joseph
His time has come
Vengeance is mine he said
Come join the fun
But he looked mor

Half the time you do not listen, half the time you have your
Head in the sand, your heart in your hand and you
Have the time to ask the questions, then you walk out on the answers
But I swear to you that one day you will understand
You will understand
If you have the time to

Well I promised I'd speed the journey home
But I saw the magic tonight
So I stopped my speck of a car amidst the mountains
And the silence and the starlight

I've been so long silent
So when I spoke I would know it was truth
Now I fashion this rose that grows
In the

Are these your arms across your chest?
Is that your face turned from me?
Are these your legs drawn between us?
Is this you?
No wonder

Is this my voice, pleading, broken, bitter?
Is this my mouth filled with sand?
Are these my hands inert and heavy?
Is this me?

Close my door
Close my eyes
Press my fingers to the glass
Why does November drag its heels when October never seems to last?

The television tells us love can make a mute man speak or
make a closed man walk outside
But time sheds its light on all that I wanted to hide

Well a question mark is,
It's a little wavy line above a dot or two upon your page, or
A question marks you and you
Wonder as it sinks into your memory
Which you don't have, no, it has you
All for your love; only for you
All for your love; only for you

Well I almost

I saw a woman in a circle
Her face was a rapture
She was pulling a lever, she was raising a hammer
She's gonna ring that bell
I turned to tell my brother
About this woman and her rapture
But the train shot into the darkness before ever That hammer fell - and it's

Be

Houdini's still stuck in that Doctorow book
The one place he can never escape
And your voice on the phone
Is like one of those paintings where everything loses its shape
And the girl across the street, she's as light on her feet
As sunlight bouncing off chrome
And I'm sad

Standing with my sneakers soaking up a lake of gasoline
Standing with my bob dylan comic books
And a bag of boston baked beans
Standing hear I realize just now what you mean - hey douglas
I smell the future
I smell the future
I smell the future and itsmells like gasoline<

Sometimes I feel like the man
I think you think I am
These days I am mourning the loss
of a dream that I don't understand

Time is a lens
I see you now
Your hair blown by winds from afar

Sometimes don't you feel like the woman
You think I think you are

It

This is the song that we are always just this side of singing and this is the love that I am always just this side of bringing to you
this is your heart and this is my mind and somehow they are tied
once in a while we find ourselves on the same side
I know you want more than you know

How can I possibly tell it
How can I say it all
I've built this story up for so long
I have so far to fall
How can a liar tell the truth
A voice inside me shouts
Well I guess I will find out
Take this from me
Take this from me
Dreams die hard
Ghosts won't

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
I am

The trouble with poets is they talk to much.
They tell us how it hurts them,
and it hurts them just a little more.

We can not tell;
maybe they make that part up!
We've never stood in their shoes,
in their skins,
in their heads,
only shorts.

The trouble wit

I want a voice
I want a deep, resonant, effortless voice
A big voice - bigger than me
I want to speak and hear the floorboards take it up
so that people hear me first with their bodies,
and only then with their ears

a voice, strong like an axe to cut through the silence

Well the leaves have gone away
And the cold is here to stay
And the wind picks up and calls my name

And the gulls they cough and die
And the buses drive on by
And they shake my room the way you do

And the way that I love you is just like the weather

And the snow