Well, I guess you weren’t expecting me
And now I’m standing here
I’ve got no reservations
Didn’t mean to interfere
Well, I guess I’m awful willing
To try a new frontier
I’ve got some hesitations, boy
But my heart is sincere
Well, I guess I’m near-done waiting
For your hand to volunteer
‘Cause I’ve got a destination
And my direction’s clear
But it’s William’s blood, inside of me
William’s blood, born of the sea
William’s blood, to see me through
William’s blood, to make me new
The moon told me I could be kind
To my body, soul and mind
Far worse than breaking guarantees,
Was breaking covenant with me
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.”
They say the best way out is through
And so I’ll take this dance with you
I’ll follow pace, I’ll move in time
You set rhythm, I’ll match with rhyme
One step forward, one step back
I’ll learn to balance where there’s slack
When you long to dip me low,
I’ll arch my back in even flow
And Life, when we’ve moved through my fears,
My dance card will be free and clear
Inside of us, there lies a spring
A stream of life neverending
Deep divides and driest days
Cannot stymie the waterway
Dive inside—abandon dock
And, in time, you’ll cut through rock
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…
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
In his private garden,
He weeds and seeds and sows
Slowly and steadfastly
Hoping his flowers grow
In his private garden,
He plots and prunes and preens
Squarely and sure-footed
He is master of his dreams
In his private garden
Without fear or feign
A violet shared her colours
Blooming in the rain
The one before the one
Gave this moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was the words in her best songs
Walked beside her all along
When she was weak and she was strong
The one before the one
Listened day in and day out
Saw her within and without
Knew what she was all about
The one before the one
Told her that her heart was rare
Treated it with undue care
And so she’ll try not to compare:
The one before the one
With the one that came thereafter
With his nervous bursts of laughter
With a different ever after
The one before the one
Had a different path to take
Had held more futures at stake
And sometimes, that’s just the shake
When he was up and she was down
When he was verb and she was noun
When he had swum and she had drowned
When he was anchor and she, crown
When the moon had waxed before it waned
Something was lost, and something gained
The phase she’d never have begun
Without —
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