It's the smell of hot summertime trash. It's the city noise of a busy street. It's a train derailed

to that familiar ill come over and part your soft white curtains Where I'm waiting for you still If you'd unlatch

't have You as my guide I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai Or down by the tracks watching trains go

and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead Go

, but you listen patiently anyway. I wrote a little song for you with a melody I'd borrowed put to words

your hand, young man Come and lead me to your bed You gave me hope that I'd not lost her

; When I started sinking down I thought for certain I would drown... Until I saw you in the ocean

My exit unobserved, And my homesickness absurd... I said "water" expecting the Word would satisfy

You were a song that I couldn't sing you were a story I couldn't tell I've only ever loved myself

We never met, you and I We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live