Saturday

Where do promises go after sundown?

Do they just disappear like a boat leaving land

What are words if not spoken sincerely?

They are worth nothing more than a handful of sand

I could just wait here in silent devotion

Let the weeks pass in a constant concern

But I won't do that,to hell with your ocean

Tell me ,why did you promise you'd always return?

What are stories if nobody listens?

Do you tell them to stars over waters unknown?

Do the winds whisper softly like I do?

Do the whales sing you songs when you're all on your own?

I could just wait here in silent devotion

Lay here all worried at night in my bed

But I won't do that,to hell with your ocean

So I damn you and curse you and wish you were dead

But I need you and want you,

you're still in my head