I sit and wait
as the hours pass...

If I could
I would make a place for you...

Once i had a deep, magical,
love affair...

Without you
I exist lost in the nothing...

The only reason
that I can come up with...

"It's the quiet ones you
have to worry about.&quot...

It's hard to put a shirt on
with a knife in my back...

America, freedom in a cage,
feel it dying in fear and rage...

Each day my shadow
thinner and less dark where it falls...

Trampled in the dirt
a maroon stained ring...

Underneath the summer spice sun,
beneath cocrete glacier clouds...

The night air saturated with haunting music
aboriginal chants pull down the weeping moon...