love

Fortitude

You, You

Always you

My fearless faith

My fortitude

Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Absolute

You, You

Always you

My infinite

My absolute

Made

Could’ve sworn there was something

In the love we made

Could’ve sworn I touched a piece of you

Your body betrayed

But baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

And timing’s just a thing folks blame

When they are afraid

Now it’s time to make a call

Call a spade a spade

So far as the future goes,

Feelings always fade

Never held ’em up my sleeve

But he managed to evade

Baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

Love, it’s what burns up the stars

It’s what goes down in flames

Baby, least I took the chance

Least I played the game

I See Myself (3)

I see myself in every fear

Each private moment of despair

Each suffocating tragedy

Each new hope born of alchemy

Layaway

Baby loves the ocean

But he’s afraid to swim

Stands out against the waves

And takes ’em on the chin

Baby loves his music

But he won’t play a note

Leans against the lyrics

Repeats ’em all by rote

Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?

If he lets the tide take him away?

Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays

Baby’s love’s on layaway

And baby loves tomorrow

Always one more than today

Postdating his sorrows

But someone always pays

Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?

Lets the tide wash his fears away?

Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays

Baby’s love’s on layaway

Brakes

My darling, fair warning

For your own good sake

You won’t get very far

With one foot on the brakes

The East End

I’ll write a song called The East End

For he who was more than a friend

Composed in a phantom key,

A microbarom frequency

And when you cross the overpass,

Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”

My Baby

My baby’s got no tricks

But her manner is bewitching

My baby’s just for kicks

But we oughta be hitching…

My baby’s got no style

But she’s got a flair for smiling

My baby’s got no sly

But her candour is beguiling…

Baby crosses her i’s

But she dots her little t’s

She’s got no alibis

Baby’s where she’s meant to be…

Crystal Vision

The moon told me it’s crystal clear

The way is always love or fear

She said this doubt, indecision

Was fear clouding your love’s vision