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Surprises
It’s nighttime on a train, leaving the city
There’s a friend I may never see again
I try to plan, but the reality
Is that when I try to smile
It just doesn’t come
You released what was trapped
Deep inside of me
I see your face
And though it’s been only days
I’ve known you forever
My thoughts of you ablaze
I took it for granted that you’d eventually come
And although we’re distanced by so many miles
You’re my only reason to smile
I exist if you want me to
But there’s still something missing
Something that I’ve got to do
I’ve been waiting for someone
Just didn’t know who
Am I fooling myself
Could it have been you
The good friend that is now gone
I lost the treasure
That was just barely found
I’m alone anyhow
It ends the same way it began
And all I want to do
Is see you right now
Later, but I don’t know if I can wait
To be happy again
Could you open the gate?
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Seven Years
When I was young
I used to think about what I would become
Two or three years from then
Such a long time
It seemed like anything could be done
I thought “by the time I graduate”
Or “by the time I can drive”
And I fantasized about what I wished I had
At that present time
But the days are so short
They pass by like small flashes
Consequently, after all these years
I’m sitting in the dreams’ ashes
I knew it would not have taken very long
To change my life completely
So something must happen after many years
I guess I figured wrong
Cause each day nothing’s changed
And each day’s all that matters
When our whole lives get arranged
Suddenly I realize that it’s been seven years
How many more of those do I have to throw away?
Looking into my hands, I put one finger down
And see the losses of yesterday
What I didn’t understand before
Is now so plain to see
When all of them fall down
That will be the end of me
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Far Away
I can still see her in the chair
She was sitting next to me
The last week there
For the rest of my life
And if I didn’t love the game
I would have never had the chance
To love her like I do
And no one else can take her place
When I’m by myself
I think she’s by my side
And I see her eyes
Looking into mine
She tilts her head
And smiles at me
I reach out to hold her
But she’s far away
I want to call her
But it’s too late
She’s sleeping
And I’m awake
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You Don’t Know Me
I know that you may like me
But I’ll give you time to think again
The impression you have of me
You’re not seeing who I am
Once you get to know me
I know you’ll change your mind
They always like me
The very first time
I cannot be that one forever
I’ve got to be myself
Just a couple more times with me
Before I’m back there on the shelf
When I look into your eyes
It doesn’t matter what you do
Just to spend some time together
Is what I want from you
I don’t know why you’d want that too
The truth’s easy to tell
I’m no longer the shining star you knew
It’s goodbye because I fell
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Only The Postman Walks
There’s a car down the street, its blue lights go,
And the man in the dark says it’s odd to know
That the town is dead but the winds always blow,
Then it rains all day just to change to snow
After the water steals your life in its undertow;
And cigarette smoke becomes the only memento
Of a long day wading through the overflow.
And do you know what it’s all about,
Tell me why each good game turns into a rout;
It makes me want to turn around and shout,
“Be careful, be quick, don’t get lost in your doubt:
The man in the distance is seeking you out.”
And after the rain there’ll soon be a drought,
But like weeds, your problems will continue to sprout.
And can you say what it’s all meant,
Why the torments of Sam I Am you cannot prevent,
Then while figuring out where Major Major went
The darkness shadows your accomplishment?
And after your energies have all been spent
Remember that you run each day with the same intent,
But only the postman walks and still gets the letters sent.
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Night
Looking for a bundle
That’s how he spends his time
Walking down the isle
But there’s something on his mind
Drives his car up to the door
At the margin he will find
That there’s nothing that he wants to get
He can’t find the right kind
Doesn’t know how he got there
And he can’t use anymore
The utilities are worthless
Cause no one’s knocking on his door
They’re coming in on boats
Sent from all around the world
But they won’t bring back the picture
Of a pretty girl
The money in his pocket
Doesn’t mean that much — he sees
That if there’s no one left to spend it on
Might as well be leaves on trees
It’s just some sort of comfort
So he knows that he’s alive
I stand there in the middle
And we talk away the night
I sometimes stop to wonder
What it’s like to live a life that way
But really I should know
Cause in a sense we’re both the same
Looking for a bundle
To give us peace of mind
Though we see the clock is moving
We never feel it changing time
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Home
I get a rise out of coming home
In a place that is my very own
Never stumbling without vision
In the wilderness where I roam
So throw me a line and show me your plan
Promise you’ll be there, then I’ll reach out my hand
Penetrate all the walls put up in our path
Resurrect all the feelings we had in the past
Because I don’t want the anxieties of a race
The glare of the scoreboard must be erased
So there’s no one around who I need to out-pace
Then the photo finishes can all be replaced
By the ease of your motions and your carefree face
In a world where there’s no trace of disgrace
I can finally say, “This is my home; the place I
embrace.”
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Prize
It’s just a piece of paper that I keep in a folder
And I see them accumulate as I get older
Someone found a reason to personally congratulate
Me in some randomly distant and detached way
You may say it’s cynical, but it’s true
Think of the awards they have given to you
Passing the tests or meeting the requirements
Made up to preserve a name in obscure excellence
It’s of no use to be cheered by committee
Or some dean who doesn’t know you from me
They say all the things that I already know
Sitting high under false pretense; just a glorified gigolo
Simply because they pointed out what was easy to see
Feeling righteous by ripping off the best by decree
There’s an ulterior motive in most everything they do
Two meanings belong to all pronouncements that come through
So many creations are blatant self-promotions
Spawned by the T.V. or JCP; parasites of misguided notions
Even the purest intentions cannot be assumed inviolate
Still we’re blinded by the words and wiles they escapade
So just wait, cause one day they’ll come for you
Opening the doors when they like what you do
But retracting the invitations upon your fall from the list
Out of sight, out of mind, so you’ll never be missed
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