okay, i understand she said full saying she did not at all and i was left to riddle out just what had led to my great fall for what i ought to know, i don't and what i should have seen, i missed -- okay, i understand she said to someone who now won't exist
she stands out in the sullen sun inside herself within and tells her dreams this is their day and begins to begin there's no one else to notice this no audience no date she brought the sun inside so she could finally radiate
You felt a girl born out of time, Your era bygone, long ago -- But classic is as classic does And I know you know that I know That your time's yet, and now, and then: Yours is an era not yet through -- You felt a girl born out of time, But time stands still when you're Just you
sometimes, in joy and thoughtfulness, the moments stop, and I can see the friend I first met years ago, and it all comes back, instantly: the path you walked, that weary way of years unloved and time misspent: and I think, oh, my love, please know -- you're safe here, and -- you're innocent
he says don't go and so she stays; why her, she doesn't understand -- as day turns night and night turns day, the spent much stronger than the planned -- his listless boredom in time drowned, she plays her part as he directs: a checker, never to be crowned, who loves, and never once suspects
there's days I feel my love is slipping off
she cannot find her mark --
days it feels like she can't do it all again
things are just stuck
the ground is all muck --
it's like another rehearsal
performances never seem to come
just auditions for an empty part
so many lines
with just no meaning
she hears the sounds of others that say them
she hears the man's voice as it's calling out her name
just the same things every day and every night
it's just too much to take
and she feels about to break
it's the way that offstage feels these days
empty and alone
like a wandering balloon that
has long-since lost it's home
when is her part of the sky?
all of life has gone by --
and she says, "hold me, hold me.
I cannot find my light --
I'm offstage and empty
and cannot face the night -- "
and she says, "all rehearsals,
and I don't give a damn:
I'm always offstage now,
and don't know who I am -- "
WHEN THE DAY presses down like a barbell on a rack, Like an iron on a shirt, like sharp noise upon the ears, Come to me, and I will soothe your nerves, I'll be a place to rest, and you can feel the pressure Slowly start to lift Maybe nothing takes the pain away, and nothing ever could, But you at least don't need the tension of the bracing for the pain, You can give up or just give in with me, it's safe here by my side, And you can take from me this simple, easy gift Let the sun rain down like Saturday, the winter hide its face; Let the world go back into its angry corner -- Come to me, and I will be for you the quiet that you need, One small place to turn the chaos into order
