the field carrying dreams
gently blowing sheets
I'd give my shadow to the wind
and places that I've been
I'd walk if I had the time
I didn't ask for these roads
they say they built for me
turning seconds into weeks
time moves like the swirling stream
the guiding melting flow
like falling leaves
falling asleep
time moves so slow into air
the air we breathe without thinking
breathe without knowing
that's the real time
that's the real time
not the clock that is ticking
in a square static building
the ice cubes are melting
into spheres wet and blue
I'd give my shadow to you
a shadow so blue
shadows dance under the rolling waves
we only see twisted shapes
washed on the beach
where sand and sea meet the air
unaware of what we're seeing
we don't see what we think we see
and yet we feel a need
to leave behind a memory
to try so hard at doing things
no one said we had to do anything
except live
so I woke in the morning sun
spent the day
getting things undone
looked over my shoulder
and gave my shadow to the wind
Written and performed by Derek White ©1989
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