 |
|
THE JANUARY SONG Two bells before the morning light The smell of tar and flaming heat The city burning in the night I threw on some slippers as I stumbled Outside 'cause I knew I would never regain my senses 'Til I proved that she was still Well and alive I wound my way down to her street Her place was charred but it survived I saw her swaddled in her sheets Her man was waiting by her side. One sightless backward glance At her gifted beauty A dark wind is blowing The Universe is burning The panther turns and slips away I lay here haunted in my room The years roll on, but I survive Sometimes I glimpse her in the streets Could I have been there by her side? |
