Monday, November 12, 2007

The Late Show


Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier
Than letting on how little they could care
But when you know you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddebly all the others are so much easier to bear

Now to see things clear is hard enough I know
While you're waiting for reality to show
Without dreaming of the perfect love
And holding it so far above
That if you stumbled onto someone real
You'd never know

You could be with somebody who is lonely too
(Sometimes it doesn't show)
He might be trying to get across to you
(Words can be so slow)
When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
I passed that point long ago

I'm so tired of all this circling
And all these glimpses of the end
(You know it's useless to pretend)
That's all the voices say
"You'll go right on circling
Until you've found some kind of friend"

Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise
You were talking with the soldiers and the boys
While they scuffled for your weary smiles
I thought of all the empty miles
And the years that I've spent looking for your eyes

Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say
(That you might recognise)
Afraid that all these words might scare you away
(To break through the disguise)
No-one ever talks about their feelings anyway
Without dressing them in dreams and laughter
I guess it's just too painful otherwise

It's like you're standing in the window of a house nobody lives in
And I'm sitting in a car across the way
(Let's just say)
It's an early model Chevrolet
(Let's just say)
It's a warm and windy day
You go and pack your sorrow
The trashman comes tomorrow
Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away...

2 comments:

Marta said...

that was really good.

Mahndo said...

thanks. its not mine. Jackson Browne