| Ten Hours |
| Ten hour block, Saturday morning Stranger wand'ring outside the neighbours' door Kitchen clock, a silent warning Less is going on than in the night before. You don't have to tell me I already know Grey skies fly out the music room window It's colder than the day before Thanking the lord for all the places I don't have to go Cursing the lack of structure of what's in store. Familiar this old helpless feeling Nothing I can do Another Saturday steps through the door of life's cathedral Slapping backs and speaking of the battles to be won In every tongue on every ear My people flock to the crusade...and... Swift pale rainbows flash across my empty face Canceled cheques are strewn about the hallways of my mind Daytime skies, they block my view of outer-space This cancer spreads to ev'ry hour that I find. Damn this useless morning Nothing else to say |