It’s a funny path to tread
Trod with boots of lead
We never really said
Goodbye
Now we are just not talking
Lifting the telephone but choking
Dark nights alone chain smoking
Goodbye
Fearful for and of the future
Careless with the lucre
Time turns sour not sucre
Goodbye
My words through my mind are sieving
This tightrope line, it’s a tightrope life I’m living
Hope is here, oddly so so often it is forgiving
Goodbye
I core away my evening
I core away, to try to find a feeling
Revealing evening’s feelings
Coring through the old grey ceiling
Sealing the old but not forgotten feelings
Although without today, they have no meaning
Just before the time for dreaming
I am coring, stealing, and reeling
It’s coring though not screaming
It’s welcoming not scheming
It’s opening and it’s leaving
Leaving you, to encompass you, in my dreaming
For those of us, who are boys no longer
Those boys and girls, who are only left to dream
Boy, she sure brings those dreams much more closer
Close and mean she brings along the longer dream
For days and daze in summer sun she wanders
Days to see, to dream our old forgotten dreams
A skin of silk, a bosom without blemish
Thongs embrace, place for dreams to longer ponder
Oh yellow frock, your smock don’t shock or mock me
My feelings peel, I steal away to in my dreams reveal
A cappuccino, a writer’s hand upon my shoulder
Boy, I’m growing older, pray fold away my dreams
These only, not lonely
My own
Only
Not lonely, moments
Only my own
Once lonely
Now only
My own, not lonely, moments
Moments
My own
Only my
My moments
Only, only
My only
My own
Moments only
Your mind was searching
For your favourite song
But you needed peace and quiet
Or some divine intervention
Those days you tripped
Your memory slipped
Turned down a gear or two
Leaving gaps to wander through
Your mind was searching
It’s become a fashion thing to lose
You do it with a passion
Like a fever not to choose
Those days you dipped
Those drinks you sipped
Slowed down the inner you
Leaving gaps to wander through
For Mark
