For a Ramble in the Key of Browne
Oh the words had all been spoken
But the feeling still wasn't right
And yet we went together
Hand in hand in to what we knew was wrong
We went to the place that love
Either lives or dies
Such an empty surprise
I know exactly what people love in me
Until they get to know me
And then it's a story of how to forget
Shameful actions and sighs
Swilled nights sway fast by
To the sounds of judged chimes
In the house of bedded children
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting through the night
How long have I been running for the morning
Through the whispered promises
Late for the sky
Everyone I've ever known has reached me well
They try
But they fall
Because they don't have a spark
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
Because that's easier than really caring
You're waiting for reality to show
But no one shows
And there goes that love
In that place
Where it could have lived or died
It whimpers out into the dusk
Late for eyes
Late for love
Dying quietly in the morning dew
