Same old question. Without words. So familiar. Seldom heard. If I answer. I confess. I am only. Just a guess. And with my eyes. It's hard to see. With my ears.
Here is my fortune. Here is my fame. Here is my future. It's in my pocket. And if my fortune. . Weren't only lint and small change. Wishing in one hand.
Now if I could disclose secrets heaven only knows. If I'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose. So I rest on the fact that I love you I suppose.
Slow down. Hold still.. It's not as if it's a matter of will.. Someone's circling. Someone's moving. a little lower than the angels.. And it's got nothing to do with me..