Dar Williams.
| on love |
february was so long it lasted into march and found us walking a path, alone together you stopped and pointed, and you said, 'that's a crocus.' and i said, 'what's a crocus?' and you said, 'it's a flower.' i tried to remember, but i said, 'what's a flower?' you said, 'i still love you.' |
| on confidence |
and as long as she's got noise she is fine, but i could teach her how i learned to dance when the music ended. |
| on friendship |
sometimes i see myself fine; sometimes i need a witness. and i like the whole truth, but there are nights i only need forgiveness. sometimes they say, 'i don't know who you are, but let me walk with you some.' and i say, 'i am alone, that's all. you can't save me from all the wrong i've done.' but they're waiting, just the same, with their flashlights and their semafores. and i act like i have faith, and like that faith never ends. but i really just have friends. |