On our last trip to the coast. We watched the boats sail the sea. "How effortlessly they float". You turned and said to me. . And sedately I sat there.
I could move to a small town. And become a waitress. Say my name was Stacy. And I was figuring things out. . See my baby, he left me. And I don't feel like it tonight.
So you come on home, walk through the door.. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers.. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for..
And you said, "Don't give me nothing. you don't want to lose". I said, "Darling, I'll give you everything I got. if I want them to choose". . Then I got on a plane and flew.
Well it's a new year. With it comes new hope and new fear. Met a young man who was in tears. He asked me what induces us to stay here. I said I don't know much.
In the hearts of men. In the arms of mothers. In the part we play. To convinve others. . We know what we're doing. We're doing it right. They've written books on the subject.
At ten in the morning. I was laughing at something. At the airport terminal. At nine in the evening. I was sitting crying to you over the phone. Well passing the border from a state to another.
It's me, it's me, you've come to take. My duality awakes. By midnight time I could not see. If I were you or you were me. . We play the game with skillful hands.
You've spent a year staring into a mirror. Another one trying to figure out what you saw. Paid so much attention to what you're not. You have no idea who you are.
Oh the bitter winds are coming in. And I'm already missing the summer. Star comes cold but I've been told. That I was born to endure this kind of weather.
Will you look at me?. Take a good look at me,. and tell me who it is that I am.. This old mirror, it is broken,. there's too much drift in the dam.. .
In the morning on the train. You sit and stare at the rain. Or bury yourself in your books. Don't look at no strangers. No, don't give them any looks.