She searches for me
Through her memories
Through the years
Through the scraps of life
...
Where is your Holy Ground?
Where is the creator within you?
Where are the places?
There are many in this world,
...
I lived in the spirit world, for years
where the days had no name
walking a path into a timeless realm
...
Wind chimes
Sing to me your song
I seek to untangle your mystery
I do not understand your language
...
Her grey flecked leggings
His black cowboy boots
In a Manhattan snow storm
Out for a taste of the city
...
We walk into the gallery
Everyone knows who we are
I'm the man-in-the-moon
And you're my star
...
More glorious than your dreams
More real than your life
Somewhere in-between
Oh, if we could only live twice
...
It took my soul
And ripped out my heart
I ain't been the same since
...
Flipping through my digital universe
Suddenly
You were there
Smiling sweetly
...
Just a man)
Buses Of Iowa City
She searches for me
Through her memories
Through the years
Through the scraps of life
That I so insufficiently provided
I walked the streets of the town
Where she was medicine to all
Who were being robbed by time
I boarded one of the buses of Iowa City
To find her face hidden by a mask
Her nearly black eyes
Shining like the sun
And i knew that somehow
I would ride this bus forever
Wherever it would take us