there is a sound love makes when it dies
most people mistake it for a sigh
and by the time they realize
it’s all over but goodbye
and she doesn’t want to hurt him
because he looks for her to heal
she’s terrified about forever
but more afraid of how he’ll feel
when kindness could not stand for love
she confessed one night what he had known
to ease her guilt he said “go or stay,”
“either way i am alone”
it’s ending! it’s ending!
all colors are blending
i can’t say i want to die
but i’d love to close my eyes
and open them a world away
some dark night to this long day
and the end has finally come
to go back where i came from
like some place i’ve never been
i’m afraid, so afraid of the end
i’ve only heard rumors and fantasies
the time has come for me to see
so call it another beginning
to the other side of everything
they say i can’t depend on you for anything
unless i depend on you for everything
am i saved from the fires of hell
by the weak wings of tinkerbell?
if i doubt, will i hear your voice?
does it really simplify down to my choice?
if i only hear what i know i will
i’m a deaf skeptic, seeking you still
though in word, no not in deed
for you must not be all i need
i find the tangible an easy trick
just be patient, i’ll make this quick
i’m the whore, dressed up in fishnets
lie down with the moon, cause the sun will forget
i can face you and say that you never were fair
deep down i’ll wonder if i’m lecturing air
bold like a child playing with daddy’s gun
all in the sacred name of fun
i twist the spear stuck in your side
while lamenting how you prefer to hide
empty are all the answers i have heard
until i take you at your word
a stranger rode in from somewhere south
his face told more stories than his mouth
he stopped first at our general store
his old boots left tracks on the floor
momma mumbled and grabbed a broom
followed the man around the room
my father asked him where he was going
he replied, “nowhere worth knowing”
word spread as fast as a shout is loud
a stranger knows how to attract a crowd
the sunset so bright, i looked away
watching the stranger ride away
have you ever been so lonely
you run out of reasons to stay awake?
and each hour off the clock
is 60 reasons for heartbreak?
have you ever been so lonely
you can’t remember hearing your name
spoken by other than salesmen
and every one is the same
each one has just what you need
to make your life complete
you look for answers in the eyes
of everyone you meet
have you ever been so lonely
you know it’s useless to cry
have you ever wept anyway
as a way to pass the time
i could be depressed
i could bend your ear
with all the saddest stories
you didn’t ask to hear
instead i will smile
and wait for you to call
then i will say i’m fine
i don’t miss you at all
here are more words i’m donating to
the waste of time i spend on you
i lower a bucket into a dust dry well
searching for some new story to tell
but all i draw is this pebble truth
i long for rumor in place of proof
some mystery to flow through my hands
at least something i can’t understand
i hope someday you’ll think of me
but you were never one for history
you are that one note sung so soft
i can’t reach, i’m always off
so i try to catch you in my song
but every time it sounds so wrong
and like a sport that children enjoy
the men who play it are destroyed
when the game is over, everyone goes home
but i am not willing to leave alone
i used to believe
you’d hear this someday
as sure as the radio plays
i used to believe
you’d hear me someday
when i figured out what to say
i only wanted you to be happy
but i hate that you’re happy now
less than noble, so afraid
of what you’ve finally found
i used to believe
in signs i would see
that you were the one for me
i used to believe
in someday
sure as the radio plays
look i’m not trying to waste your time
i keep reaching for words like rifles
on a battlefield – but each one empty
i will play dead…instead
poets have said it better than i
the guilt of love …never to be
i’m calling my hope like a loose dog
it’s chasing you…like i used to
given the choice, i’d choose wrong
cut off my ear to buy your song
so it’s best that you stay away
that’s all i’m trying to say
the touch of her fingers
her hair in the wind
the smell of her showers
the feel of her skin
the sound of her laughter
the sight of her tears
her face in the moonlight
the curve of each ear
the look when she’s angry
that wrinkling brow
the look when she’s bored
like the world let’s her down
her voice when she whispers
her love (when she cares)
the warmth of her closeness
her legs long and bare
her eyes when she’s blinking
her chest when she breathes
her arms when she’s reaching
but never for me