Every day is a journal page
every man holds a quill and ink
And there's plenty of room for writing in
all we do and believe and think
So will you compose a curse
or will today bring the blessings
Fill the page with rhyming verse
or some random sketchings?
Teach us to count the days
teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
somehow our souls forgot
life means so much.
Copyright 2000 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)
I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.
Coal x