She laughs at the black hands on the clock
there is no time left
he cant catch her he said
No one can
distance reigns in on hope
She shields me from broken glass
spreading her wings to the exact hour that brought me here
To this conversation I write to you
On this unicorn fantasy
of gold covered pages
Where Whitman lives
he guides me
Jesus argues his best
They both have Rhyme
But God has all the reason
I play my banjo
Smoke fills the empty room
as blankets of ocean waves hide my tears
Of every good bye left
On this page
He didn't see me
And all this beauty
But I did.
I wore this pretty white dress
I have these akward puffy lips
I smile your way
Do you know who I am?
The way we can pick up the bar lights together
The way they watch us enter the room
The way we exit
We make our own good byes
But they didn't
They left me alone in this tunnel
Wasted beauty
For the ten o'clock train
She rides alone and apart
you cant judge her
She knows best
Time has a funny way about her
No sense of urgency
When we seem to be running at our fastest
pace.
To the door
When no one's there
In our hearts
When no one seems to be entering in
And Walt whispers my name
To tell me that God
Has been livin there
it will all
make sense some day.
