Bowl Of Oranges
The rain it started tappingOn the window near my bedThere was a loophole in my dreamingSo I got out of itAnd to my surprise my eyes were wide and already openJust my nightstand and my dresserWhere those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left thenOut into the gray streetsBut everything seemed differentAnd completely new to meThe sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own bodyAnd each person I encounteredI couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctorWho appeared in quite poor healthI said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourselfHe said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would helpSo I sat with him awhileThen I asked him how he felt
He said I think I'm curedNo, in fact, I'm sure of itThank you, strangerFor your therapeutic smile
So that's how I learned the lessonThat everyone's aloneAnd your eyes must do some rainingIf you're ever gonna growAnd when crying don't helpYou can't compose yourselfIt's best to compose a poemAn honest verse of longingOr a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing baby don't worry'Cause now I got your backAnd every time you feel like cryingI'm gonna try and make you laughAnd if I can'tIf it just hurts too badThen we'll wait for it to passAnd I will keep you company for those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problemWe know we'll never solveOf love's uneven remaindersOur lives are fractions of a wholeBut if the world could remain within a frameLike a painting on a wallThen I think we'd see the beauty thenWe'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posedLike a bowl of orangesLike a story toldBy the fault-lines and the soil