Progress has side-stepped the moon the dinosaurs and the alligators too and what use is living when your usefulness has faded? And empty skies will always remind me of you stumbling down the hall in those clunky shoes and what reason sunshine? What reason music? And what reason living? Well I'm not gonna cry and I'm not gonna eulogize you I'll leave that to men who still think they have something to prove and what reason laughter? What reason matters? And what point is there to remember? Deliver me from happiness deliver me from tenderness save me from grace save me from wandering save me from empty, the state where the thoughts they just rush in to fill up the void they rush in to fill up the void rush in to fill up

I made a list of all the people that would miss me when I'm gone and you were the only one you were the only one Crossed off the ones who criticize and spoil all my fun and you were the only one cause you were the only one And having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into Having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into Well some people give you kisses and some people give you pain don't know the difference when you're the loneliest You can cover up the blemish but the bruises still remain that's what that bastard gets it's time to cross him off the list And having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into Having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into In my dull and ordinary dreams I am young, I am beautiful but no one gives a shit about your dreams What we all have can't be beautiful it's just pedestrian, just the same I've been groped in every county and kicked out of every state there's never a good defense for possession of innocence better call your mom, tell her the trooper says that you'll be late then blow him a great big kiss it's time to cross him off the list And having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into Having a list of you is the best thing that I've ever stumbled into

There's a letter in the pocket of your pinafore and I know you've kept it hidden there for years With a candle in the night, you remember him and escape this life 'till the morning comes to claim you once again pulls you from your dreams and kills the world within That summer you were children free from questioning, strapping on your wings to see if you could fly Though you clung to him so close, you were left to jump and fall alone with a printed piece of paper in your hand you knew you'd never cling to him again Now you're clinging to the one thing you have left of him Though his words are worn, his essence still remains You can hold it to your face, fold it up again and he's erased Though it's really not as hopeless as it seems, when you know he'll come to love you in your dreams Always waiting for the night to come As the stars dance you twirl in the sun Two figures are endlessly orbiting while the silent blue world travels on From the beginning of my memory you were there for me, a warm hand in mine, a presence at my side jumping puddles in the rain, in the water there I saw your face a distant smear, two weary bleary eyes that focused only when they turned to mine When I woke alone at night you used to comfort me hold my head and sing me back to sleep and whispered in the dark, you made a promise to the morning star that somehow you'd find the strength you'd need to stay and that song became the promise that you made Always waiting for the night to come As the stars dance you twirl in the sun Two figures are endlessly orbiting as the silent blue world travels on One day I found you sleeping in your rocking chair, and the bitter smell of almonds filled the air. But this time you didn't wake. You'd finally made your great escape with a neatly-written note upon your knee that explained exactly why you had to leave I made a list of all the things I never said to you then I gathered all the kindling I could find As my words went up in smoke, I laughed, it was the saddest joke when I thought of all the things you'd never heard then I hurried home to rewrite every word I brought my words and wishes to the church and placed them with the others in your hand through the ebony and lace, I saw a smile form on your face and remembered how you told me years before that one day I wouldn't need you anymore that one day I wouldn't need you anymore

Gossamer the withered wings of the sparrow bring a song over the moonlit lawn All of her her gentle lips make the words that break the night into a violet dawn Lost in her his fickle heart beats the blood that heats the night and pulls the stars along thoughts recur a flash of color, contingencies divide they sing a silent song Mother me, carry me on over the heather when I wake give me a way Gossamer she slows the seasons, in sorrow seizes night and now it's time to die calls to her the faintest flutter, a stirring from inside now open to the light Mother me, carry me on over the heather when I die the sparrow will fly away home Gossamer the withered wings of the sparrow bring a song over the moonlight lawn there is a mourning song with the promise of day morning light if you go the right way...