you spend your time in a room
that looks like a bunker in a war
you go outside sometimes, but only when it rains
you stare down at your feet waiting for your train
you don't believe in heaven but you live in hell
what's the point of anything, can anybody tell?

you only get a moment, a flicker of an eye
a match against the new moon, a flashlight at the sky
a constellation in a telescope where you only see one star
you can't see the zenith so you don't know how high you are

back when you were a girl, you were so inspired
you were everybody's friend, you burned everybody's fire
but somewhere you crossed a line, stepped into the night
and lost that spark that made you shimmer and excite

you only get a moment, a flicker of an eye
a match against the new moon, a flashlight at the sky
a constellation in a telescope where you only see one star
you can't see the zenith so you don't know how high you are

sometimes you can see it shining still like a ring on a window sill
but you reach out and then it's gone
somewhere deep in your heart, you long to make a new start
but your hands are stuck in your pockets

you only get a moment, a flicker of an eye
a match against the new moon, a flashlight at the sky
a constellation in a telescope where you only see one star
you can't see the zenith so you don't know how high you are

maybe someday you'll leave that room and step into the light

©1998 Fred Gillen Jr./ Fuel For The Revolution Music (B.M.I.)

Posted Thursday, February 25th 2010