Monday, July 26, 2004

1249

When the feeling
Comes over the bow
And the standard
Is soaked and torn
What a man does
If he's like me
Is look around

It's quiet for now
Always for now
Sometimes the past
Or tomorrow
Stop being vague
Someone you know
Stops and waves

Come over here now
Tell me anything
What I want is
To hear you pause
At the mention
Of what gave you
That feeling then.