Heavy Thoughts
(hummmm) (ahhhh) Trace the grain on the hardwood floor
Cold air slipping under the door
Heavy thoughts on a lighter string Waiting for the morning to bring
A quiet change
And the static starts to clear The familiar noise we used to
hear Is spinning out of control Hold me under the heavy night
We can burn out of view,
out of sight
But the rhythm remains the same
Whispering your old name
Under the heavy night
Chalk outlines on the driveway slate Counting minutes that arrive too late
We are
post-modern portraits now
Trying to remember how
To feel the weight
Out of sight
In the heavy night (wheeew)