Mosiacs in the sunlight
Before I thought of you I had words,
but now I don't.
Like a movie that fades out
before you're ready
and the credits role,
but you don't see your name.
Here in this city,
the place I always thought it would be
never pictured life as a glammed up
photo shoot with pretty people
in the background
I came to let the words find me,
the way they always have
but you see
it's like a disconnect
a glass wall
between you and me.
Waitin' here
like in a prelude to the dream
took the A train downtown
with Pinero's words
from the Neurican
still ringing in my head.
Feelings sweet
like Crackerjacks
and you're the prize
The sunny side of the street
knows no shadows when you're around
And little girls playing hopscotch
don't have to worry 'bout a thing.
Posted by Amanda at February 14, 2003 06:44 PM
