Finding stories in everyday adventures
i’ve been outside invited in but i couldn’t abide wouldn’t miss it again burning every bridge that i cross to find some beautiful place to get lost i had true love i made it die i pushed her away she said, “please stay” burning every bridge that i cross to find some beautiful place to get lost well, i don’t know where i’ll go now and i don’t really care who follows me there but …
the open hair and the fragrance the color of your eyes and the innocence resting my head on your shoulder hearing your talks, and seeing you blush my smile your smile my smile the holding of hands, and touching of the lips time flies, certainly
Black? Red? Pink? Green? or perhaps blue? baby it doesn’t matter to me what appeals to you. For I’m color blind who sees colors in a different way. You’ve, for sure, liked that one for so long but I must tell you, your pink is my blue. Go ahead, like any color you want, I won’t complain, didn’t I tell that to you?
Us and Them And after all we’re only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died And the General sat, as the lines on the map moved from side to side Black and Blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and Down And in the end it’s only round and round …