Friday, March 03, 2006

One, without the Other, is...







...what?

3 comments:

Pooke said...

Up the crick, or without usefulness. Depending on which you are I suppose.

spd rdr said...

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don’t even try

It’s a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There’s distant lights
But here they’re far and few
And the sun don’t shine
Even when it’s day
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you’re ok

These days I barely get by
I don’t even try

portia said...

In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep...
From the mountains of faith,
To a river so deep...
I must be looking for something,
Something sacred I lost,
But the river is wide,
And it's too hard to cross.
And even though I know the river is wide,
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore,
I try to cross to the opposite side,
So I can finally find what I've been looking for...
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep...
Through the valley of fear,
To a river so deep...
And I've been searching for something,
Taken out of my soul,
Something I'd never lose,
Something somebody stole...
I don't know why I go walking at night,
But now I'm tired, and I don't want to walk anymore.
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for...
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep...
Through the jungle of doubt,
To the river so deep...
I know I'm searching for something,
Something so undefined,
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind...
In the middle of the night...
I'm not sure about life after this,
God knows I've never been a sprititual man.
Baptized by fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land...
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep...
Through the desert of truth,
To the river so deep...
We all end in the ocean,
We all start in the streams,
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams...
In the middle of the night...

Yes, I'm still in my Billy Joel "stage." Just be thankful I didn't see Gordon Lightfoot in concert instead:)