Walking with you
Through the pitch pine and the birch
I hold your arm
You hold your words
When flyin like a dragon
Comes a white feathered bird
It was not as long but I thought it was fun
At first
So the dragon-like bird flies into the fog
And thirty-two turtles sit still on a log
And I wish I were one of them
Content with the sitting
But I can't
Help
But wonder
How I shift
In your vision
Later the moon let go of its circle and turned
To a big splotch of light
Neon pink heaving up above
McEben and its source
Is nowhere in sight
Do you measure ourselves by the reflection of those
Who are circling all around us
And when the mirror gets close do you find
We are not what we thought and the thought it has bound us
I can't help but wonder who I am
In your mind
Say what you mean
I may be nothing
This silence is so big it cannot be contained
And there are no more words
Left for me to say
So I sing
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-do-dun
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-do-dun
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-do-dun
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-doo
Doot-doo-do
I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And the rhythm that is
And I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And the rhythm that is
And I will not resist
My rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And my rhythm inside
Your rhythm inside
And my rhythm inside
And whatever this is
And whatever this is
With how tiny we'd be
If this all was permanent
What a comforting feeling it is
A New Jersy wind
The radio signal
The touch of your skin
The rotating spindle
Oh glistening onion
The night time is coming
Oh glistening onion
The night time is coming
Oh glistening onion
The night time is coming
And I'll watch it all as it fades