Rusty And Blue

How can a sweep these words into a cluster

Put them in a pile like feathers on the floor

Voyages and sea forests..deep blue and rusty

Sew ém in a satchel, `n leave ém at your door

People lives, people lives, they fascinate me

All my life, all my life I wanted to understand

There´s a man on the corner with the moon in his eyes

He just comes here to visit and he wears a disguise

Wonder if he´s looking for friends or for the truth

I think he´s calling for some in that telephone booth

And the smiling woman answers, she defeats fear with her eyes

She thinks life´s fine so of course I think she´s wise

And my heart wants to give her a gift that´s so grand

That it will speak for me and say just where I stand

I stand on a pillar, i´ts melting like ice

Of years that I´ve lived and some I´ve lived twice

And I have all these feathers and leaves on my floor

That I don´t want just blowing around lose anymore

I feel a need to gather, to rummage and fetch

To shake out my life and give it a stretch

To bring shells to the surface and give them to you

Gifts from the sea floor, rusty and blue

These two lives hold my attention quiete well

You see lives almost never run parallel

Like the boards in the flooring all deep grained and worn

Fated and fitted long before we were born

People lives, people lives, they fascinate me

All my life, all my life I wanted to understand