| Waiting For Another Train Oh no it's raining the ink will run down my back The message is gaining I hold my ear to the track. Anguished by haunting visions of a kindred soul in the rain Consumed by the dreaming waiting for another train But you know he's glowing (glowing glowing) lost in shadows in the light Need is all that's showing (showing showing) wherever our kind walk the night We never sleep, we never blink We only blend in Reclined on their souls with vacant smiles we are but targets in their eyes I'm hoping he's quick enough to dance he launches into his disguise They wink and say listen to me kid join while it's easy to agree Come in son the water's fine pay later but for now it's free But you know he's glowing (glowing glowing) consorting demons in the night Destiny in knowing (knowing knowing) forever almost in sight Hopping trains from town to town The track never ends The masses are wandering over a sign of the times And their lines are pondering whether to kill or just be kind The mimes mock his fade into the herd resistance issues from his lips I need so to hold the hounds at bay scared he's already in their grip Still he fights to keep that spark that only rain cannot abide Mumbling something 'bout a ticket gonna finish out his ride And you know he's glowing (glowing glowing) as his sure footing slips away What's the use in knowing (knowing knowing) if every path leads you astray? If you see him hold him (hold him hold him) your kindred soul in the rain Glance away and lose him (lose him lose him) then who'd internalize our pain? Then in the blink of your mind's eye He's driving the train |
| Below, is a song I wrote back in 1978. While I can't read it without hearing the music in my head, you don't have that luxury. But I like to think the lyrics stand on their own, as a poem-- just ignore the back-up vocal words in parentheses. Hope you like it! |
| Playing among the stars on a light year's meandering path, wandering into a moment's curiosity, I tune in to prismatic echos rebounding from who knows when? Hopping from one reality to another I value without judgement. I bask in the subtleties of spectrums trying on memories past and future, pondering which ones to wear. Internalizing the grace of ease, I see all corners of my mind. Like a blind man's sudden vision, All is awesome to behold. When the dream is what is real nothing can let you down. Be with me in this sense, and we can all be home at last. |
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