When does it all make sense?
And find it's rythm?
When the old ministers rock n roll
Sounds like the old Carribean Swing
The crazy blind man's mom listened to
While he whittled his wood away
With a plastic knife his daughter
Bequethed to him on the day
She fell in love with a boy
Who claimed she was the sun
And disappeared quicker then the moon
I still find my toe tapping
My fingers falling morallessly
Around your arms and my feet
Stopped aching after my cheap
Body was given to you again
For the first time I wanted someone
But myself.

10/09/2002

Author's Note: this one is for a friend...

Posted on 10/09/2002
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