"Oh
Yeah,...I Had a Dream..."And so we're sitting here trying not to freak out,
Making sure our eyes don't meet in the
Psychedelic ravine between.
(For that would be telling)
I can think up the futures, seems they're all the same:
I go home laughing and later cringe at the way we are
Just waiting for our minds to breath at anything at all,
Who'll crack first, the mirror or the wall?
And we catch each other halfway there and laugh
Anyone watching (?) besides the animals prowling around
Down there at the curled edges of the room.
The snaking light's tail that passed sideways off the lamp
Here in the dimness of the memory we've joined up in.
Cosmic, he says, and I look embarrassed at the floor.
Oops, we've missed splat into the drinks and I have another cigarette,
My hand trembling unable to hold it in a natural way
Imagining it's being judged, but he's off to the toilet.
And I sigh in relief and suddenly think of a million
Things we could/should be sharing and so has he.
When we start up again, for a moment all the commotion
Seems so easy at the time — such an afterimage lie.
I'm sitting here hours gone float-float by, and
I'm thinking the best times were those silences
Where we each looked down the hall in opposite directions
(I remember some deep cracks forming in the earth)
And some strange music played from one ear to the other.
Oh yeah (gasp) I can remember a dream, a time...
And we were both there we decided at the time,
But who'd know, really?
Sitting here now I'm running uneasy shy glances
Over all the mellow easiness plays between us,
Knowing at the time I could feel the clicks.
Slammed up against all the old friends
In mountain passes, I could talk
For years (so exaggerated) on and on about nothing.
But you are different.
Do you wanna listen, of course I do, and settle back,
Have another drink and stare at the textures of that
Knothole, oh, you noticed it too, those textures.
Yeah, those textures, and we both laugh.
Which seems so simple at the time.