Think of Me Sometime

She paints landscapes
Of far off places
As I pretend to draw fate,

And she sings softly
About the glory
Of times long before today.

But, I don't understand
The language she commands,
So I act like the man
She believes I am,

While down on the streets below,
Her melody falls gently like snow.

He writes down my name
And pretends to create
Verse like the greats,

And he speaks of futures
Where there are no winner
And all that's not lost is gained.

But, I don't understand,
The prospects he has planned,
So I say his hopes are grand
As silence falls once again,

While down on the streets below,
Preachers shout what I already know.

I can't find the words to say
To change your world and change your ways,
But hereafter, when our hearts have gone astray,
Think of me sometime when you get down to pray.

She looks at the stars
And asks me if I
Know how far they are.

But I don't know,
And I tell her so,
And she sighs, "Well, isn't life bizarre?"

But I don't understand
The answers she demands,
So I speak like the man
She believes I am.

While the clouds up above undergo
Transformations I can't control.

He plays the guitar
And sings of the way
That he thinks things are.

While I sit lonely
And wonder why so many
Men are afraid of the dark.

But I don't understand
The music he disbands,
So I tell him it sounds grand
As darkness falls once again.

While the clouds up above undergo
Changes I saw long ago.

I can't find the words to say
To change your world and change your ways,
But hereafter, when our hearts have gone astray,
Think of me sometime when you get down to pray.

I might not have the answers
To the questions that you ask,
And I might not understand
Your heart so vast.

But if there's one thing I'm sure of,
When all is done and passed,
I won't regret my time with you
Even if it's not meant to last.

I can't find the words to say
To change your world and change your ways,
But hereafter, when our hearts have gone astray,
Think of me sometime when you get down to pray.

She opens my heart
And plays on its strings
Like I were a harp.

And I lie and tell her
We'll last forever,
Never to part.

But I know this will end
As she takes my hand
And leads me into strange lands
Of which I don't understand.

And outside the moon glows
As dreams wander below.

He looks at my art
And tells me that I'm
Better than Renoir.

Then he goes off to some
Far off dungeon
And leaves my door ajar.

But I know this will end
As I watch him drive off again
And stare at the horizon
And wonder where it begins.

And outside the moon glows
As dreams wander below.

I can't find the words to say
To change your world and change your ways,
But hereafter, when our hearts have gone astray,
Think of me sometime when you get down to pray.