Warholy

Over the water, but below the streams, lies the cool but warm flow, of our restless dreams. And the fisherman is try to catch it. He's a crazy little old fool, with an evil stage, he takes the happiness away, keeps it for his own. He catches our memories and makes it his own. So what hopes do we have left, when it's all gone, and how can we get them back, when it's all gone? Dare I say, he's the poor little fool, in time he will forget, in time it will come back. If he has nothing to look back on, then why bother, and why not just make his own? Oh, the poor little fool he is, give our hopes back!

Baby don't you cry too soon, I'm only halfway home. Meeting eyes with a million in view, but the eyes I miss belong to you. 'Cause I wanna be home with you, lying down and talking endlessly, and have so many stories to share, oh I wanna be home with you. Day breaks in the deserted west, I guess that's why Ol' Jim calls it the best, light my smoke, close my eyes, and dream my sunrise away. Softly, I breathe away, but this ol' smoke stays with me. Jewels of fire dancing between my fingers, the sparks of you in my mind. So Wake Me Softly......

No sound to be heard tonight, no whisper creeps through. The lights are out, the TVs off. and the crickets have deserted the night. Have I entered another dimension, or is this yet another dream? I walk into the night, and still, no sound around me. And the silver man has vanished, but one remains, down the end of Cobblestone Road. And a figure stands by the this light, standing very still and silent. He cannot see me, his hood in view, but he hears my footsteps, and he runs away, last few feet in view, and here I stand alone, in the single light of Cobblestone Road........