Winter Park, Colorado

Winter Park, Colorado

Remember Maine
(album: The Last Place You Look)

"Good Morning," she said to me as I walked through the door.
(must have been quarter to nine...)
But I didn´t mind, or bother the time
because at the time I was pulled into her eyes-are deep,
in bloom with the sea,
and I´m helpless in my hopelessness.
So I sit and stare, imagined this minute without you there.
How meaningless it would be.
I close my eyes from reality,
and begin to see a new life for the first time.
For the first time, my thoughts are deep,
in bloom with the sea,
and I´m helpless in my hopelessness.
Losing strength.
Finding blood that runs thicker than the first time.
Who´s to blame,
they point their fingers above.
Anyone but me, anywhere but here.
So this charade is over,
your noble eyes are weary,
and this burden you gave is overwhelming.
Maybe I´ll move out west,
where the tears are fresh and the eyes are cold.
And in it´s shelter my heart won´t welter and I can be alone.