Sunset at the Northpole 1

PICKING UP MY PIPEDREAMS

I.

I’VE WALKED ALONG THE MATTATUCK, THE GHOSTS ARE ALL AROUND ME

PICKING UP MY PIPE DREAMS, LEFT OVER FROM THE LONG-GONE DAYS

FLOOD WATERS HAVE RECEDED, THEN CAME THE SWIFT MIGRATION

EVERYTHING IS CHANGED, YET DOES ANYTHING REMAIN UNCLAIMED?

II.

THE SHOPS HAVE CLOSED THEIR DOORS, THE TIME CLOCKS

    HAVE STOPPED THEIR TICKING

OUR MOTHERS AND OUR FATHERS, HAVE COME TO THE END OF LIVING

THE RIVER HAS GROWN DRY, FROM A PACE OF CHANGE GONE WILD

OUR DAMPERED SPIRITS GIVE WAY; SO, IS THERE ANYTHING LEFT TO SAY?

Bridge

I’VE ROLLED TOWARD THE SUNSET…PAST THE KING’S ROW

I’M LOOKING FOR SOMETHING…OR SOMEONE I CAN’T KNOW

IF I REACH BEHIND, THE SHADOWS OF MY SOUL

I JUST MAY FIND THE TIME I LOST…MANY YEARS AGO

I JUST MAY FIND THE YEARS I LOST…A LONG TIME AGO

III.

THE KEEPERS OF THE TRUTH, NEVER TELL THE TOTAL STORY

THEY UTTER EMPTY WORDS, ABOUT THEIR PIPELINE TO THE LORD

I WALK TO FULTON PARK, I HEAR THE CHANTS AND SERMONS

UNDER THE YELLOW DOME, IS THERE ANYONE LEFT HOME?

IV.

I’VE WALKED ALONG THE MATTATUCK, THE GHOSTS ARE ALL AROUND ME

PICKING UP MY PIPE DREAMS, LEFT OVER FROM THE LONG-GONE DAYS

FLOOD WATERS HAVE RECEDED, THEN CAME THE SWIFT MIGRATION

EVERYTHING IS CHANGED, YET DOES ANYTHING REMAIN UNCLAIMED?

Bridge

I’VE ROLLED TOWARD THE SUNSET…PAST THE KING’S ROW

I’M LOOKING FOR SOMETHING…OR SOMEONE I CAN’T KNOW

IF I REACH BEHIND, THE SHADOWS OF MY SOUL

I JUST MAY FIND THE TIME I LOST…MANY YEARS AGO

I JUST MAY FIND THE YEARS I LOST…A LONG TIME AGO

Los Angeles/Washington, D.C.

May and November 2007