The Greatest Man I Never Knew
In a second story window framed in lace
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Darlin?with the pain
Some folks think it抯 teardrops Me,
I think it抯 rain
And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see
The living proof
Where do you stand?
What抯 your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
you抮e looking through
Beneath a neon chandelier
He leans on polished oak
And orders one
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Darlin?with the pain
Some folks think it抯 teardrops Me,
I think it抯 rain
And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see
The living proof
Where do you stand?
What抯 your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass
you抮e looking through
Beneath a neon chandelier
He leans on polished oak
And orders one
The Pilgrimage
The calloo's spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water
But the orphan's are lower
Walking down the village street
The sparrow's belly is chill
Sitting on the icy bough
But my belly is more chill
As I step from glade to glade
The dove's heart is cold
As it pecks the village rick
But I'm colder still
As I drink the icy water