Maybe life is only a melody
Hanging low over a symphony
As we grow, yearning above to be
The hand to bow a love we can never free
I was a rebel
Lone in the field
Touched in the head some
And broke in the heel
Making a mess of trying to be real
Happiest running with nowhere to feel
Or maybe life is more like a glass eye
Turning the head of a child that’s passing by
The man too old and tired to wonder why
The kid caught and stuck, “Mama how does he ever cry?”
I was an actor
Sure of my word
Shaping my part
‘Tween the wings of a bird
‘Till one day a hunter he shot what he heard
I had to go deaf to realize he’d aimed at the earth
What will it come to now
I’m a joke and a riddle and I don’t even know how
To the demon that won’t take my hand
And the angel that won’t understand
That maybe life is only a melody
Hanging low over a symphony
As we grow, yearning above to be
The hand to bow a love we can never free
I was a rebel
Lone in the field
Touched in the head some
And broke in the heel
Making a mess of trying to be real
Happiest running with nowhere to feel
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