There are a million songs made up from different words sung to many melodies yet just one voice is heard. I sense a million hearts alive with countless prayers though my desires are mine alone in truth they’re just like theirs
is it she that births the tears of joy and pain is it she who made the madness crack my soul again is it she who drives the clouds away from darker days is it she who shines like sunlight into my waiting gaze is it she who makes complete all the parts of me do I really need to question it is she, it is she.
my favourite shirt lies on the bed just like that Nicky Heyward said and no one pulled the blinds last night I laugh inside at who I became on Earle Street in the pouring rain as my shadows drank up the light
of just another Sunday morning let regrets play no mind just another tied on head push the button to rewind
What are you dear space cowboy? at that round up on the moon are your spurs all full of cheese and holsters full of spoons? don’t you know that moonbeams cannot be herded in nor can the silver light that shines be branded on its skin so take a break space cowboy and sing your western tunes the night sky is a lonely range and most lonesome is the moon.