| Bind Up My Life Mama Earth Days Page 5 |
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| An Empty Vessel My heart, An empty vessel Waiting To be filled With an elixir Of passion My soul An arid desert Waiting To be drenched With the promise Of love Me� I�m waiting for you |
| Charcoal Sky Spattered up there Against a charcoal sky The blues stare down At my sad green eyes Stewing in my juices Waiting for the storm Feel it in that hollow spot That used to keep me warm Well it�s hell Out on the prairie I have no more to roam In fact it�s goddamn scary Out here living all alone Got a bad bad case of the blues Just a bad bad case of the blues�.. |
| Perfection A thousand rings From a drop extended Can you hear the last one? Can you see it? Can you feel it? No, of course you can�t But you would like to, Wouldn�t you? To feel that stillness Flowing outward Then carried In the current To God Knows Where� But for a moment Perfection�. |
| Wondering Why Its not the how But the when of me That has me figeting And fussing In a stormy impatient sea Stewing and brewing For that wailing red-face Head birth Of my destiny I crouch among my madness Like a cat with twitchy ears Taunt muscles Waiting for to pounce On mousy timid fears And in the darkness waiting As the fan turns round and round I hear harmonic pounding With an empty hollow sound It is the beating of my heart Measuring my wait Getting for the ready To meet an unknown fate I close my eyes and witness As I climb the podium stair Full of expectation At the veiled creation there But no one dares pull the ropes Of this strange and awful thing For you see its up to me To pull the proper strings I just don�t know Where I�m supposed to go I�ll stop and think some more And then Ill wring my hands again Wondering why and who I do this for. |
| A Blanket Full of Mysteries A blanket full of mysteries When the beginning first began I�ve walked a thousand while�s ago And then come back again I�m out here in this forest Just hangin from the trees Going green to autumn In a fog infested breeze Lost out in the wilderness Worried on the plain A blanket full of mysteries Wrapped �round me in the rain So take my hand and tell me Just how it all began We�ve walked a thousand while�s ago Let�s come on back again�. |
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