A defector from the petty wars
These things that you and I suppressed
There is the hope and the hopelessness
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Waltzing on a bridal girl
I've witnessed all these years
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
In this moody sky today
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
We're just orbiting around the sun
It's just as natural as the weather
I'm porous with travel fever
When I'm bound and tied to someone?
So much cannot be expressed
That shell shock love away
Each so deep and so superficial
In the church they light the candles
I'm traveling in some vehicle
But I'm so glad to be on my own
Still the slightest touch of a stranger
We come and go unknown
I see something of myself in everyone
In our possessive coupling
We're only particles of change I know
And I looked at myself here
I'm sitting in some cafe
From the window of my hotel room
Between the forceps and the stone
Whether you do or you do not resign
You know it never has been easy
But I know, no one's going to show me everything
Floating through the snowy trees
But how can I have that point of view
There's comfort in melancholy
White flags of winter chimneys
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
So now I'm returning to myself
Waving truce against the moon
Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality
A defector from these petty wars
Or you stick to some straighter line
I looked at the granite markers
And the wax rolls down like tears
When there's no need to explain
Right at this moment of the world
Look here's a man and a woman sittin' on a rock
Listen, sounds like Benny Goodman
In the mirrors of a modern bank
Sets up a trembling in my bones
