Song of the moment

The rain had started tapping

On the window near my bed

There was a loophole in my dreaming

So I got out of it

And to my surprise my eyes were wide 

And already open

Just my nightstand and my dresser 

Where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then

Out into the gray streets

But everything seemed different

Completely new to me

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings

Even my own body

And each person I encountered

I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor

Who appeared in quite poor health

I said, "There's nothing I can do for you

You can't do for yourself"

He said, "Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand

I think that that would help"

So I sat with him a while 

And I asked him how he felt

He said, "I think I'm cured

No, in fact I'm sure of it

Thank you stranger 

For your theraputic smile"

So that's how I learned the lesson

That everyone's alone

And your eyes must do some raining

If you're ever gonna grow

When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself

It's best to compose a poem

An honest verse of longing

Or a simple song of hope

That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry

Because now I've got your back

And every time you feel like crying

I'm gonna try to make you laugh

And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad

Then we'll wait for it to pass

And I will keep you company

Through those days so long and black

We'll keep working on the problem 

We know we'll never solve

Of love's uneven remainders

Our lives are fractions of a whole

But if the world could remain within a frame

Like a painting on a wall

Then I think we'd see the beauty then

And stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed

Like a bowl of oranges

Like a story told

By the fault lines and the soil