i was left staring at an empty plate, an open calendar, and a shutting door
i guess this winter i'll go skiing on a far away mountain
i'll plant some gladiolas to have something to look forward to come june
two jesters, who were not meant to be jokers, fell in love. they tried very hard but they could not fall out of love. afraid to speak for loosing their heads they lived the lives of mimes.
Wishing we were hand in hand out on this waking walk today
Wish you could see what I’m seeing
Make the blue and the black of recent things not as bad as they seem
For just one morning to walk under the trees and dream
Humidity and early light wrap around like big strong arms
Soft and calm breaths of salty air
Shooshing all our nightmares
Bid them bon voyage into the sea
If you were here with me
The shadows would just disappear
It’s a long road we’re winding
It’s a heavy load we’re hauling
Let’s let it go
Lets let it go
I’m ready to float again
Ready to be light again
Let it go
Now here we go