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
...
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
...
There are no imperfections
In my dreams
Even though I'm frayed
Around the edges
...
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