Bowl of Oranges

The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed

There was a loophole in my dreamin', so

I got out of it

And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open

Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets

But everything seemed different and completely new to me

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body

And each person

I encountered,

I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health

I said, "There is nothing that I can do for you, you can do for yourself"

He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that would help"

So I sat with him a while then

I asked him how he felt

He said, "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure"

Thank you stranger, "For your therapeutic smile"

So that's how

I learned the lesson that everyone is alone

And your eyes must do some rainin' if you are ever gonna grow

When cryin' don't help you can't compose yourself

It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing

Or simple song of hope

That's why

I'm singin', baby don't worry, 'cause now

I got your back

And every time you feel like cryin',

I'm gonna try and make you laugh

And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass

And I will keep you company through those days so long and black

And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve

Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall

Then I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges

Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil