At Dawn She Comes: Now and Again

Now and Again

Now and again
I make a friend
While at the places where the faces wait for someday to begin

And we talk of things
That have no weight
We laugh at told jokes ‘til they are old jokes, lying on our empty plates

Then I think aloud
A thought astray
And expressions change, finding it strange how first impressions can betray

Then they leave the table
And I’m as I was
Trying to find uses for old excuses, cause I have nothing but “because”
“Because, because, because…”

And that feeling comes again
Somewhat sad and somehow old
And the walls, they seem so wide
As a private thought unfolds
Yes, and you who give him praise
For never selling out
When you left him alone to die
Suffocating on his doubt
I have nothing left to say… to you
I have nothing left to say… to you


Now and again
I make a friend
While at the places where the faces wait for someday to begin…