Where will
you be when I’m 53?
Will you
write a letter or die of disease?
It’s these
thoughts that swim through my mind,
Of all these
people & places & space & time
Open
floodgates of love to bright, blue, springs,
Then a season
of sorrow ruined everything…
Where were
you when winter froze?
Did you bury
your head under a mountain of snow?
Or sit by the
fire, warm, but all alone?
When the fog
comes rolling in…
When the fog
comes rolling in…
I guess
that’s how the story goes…
You sing the
songs that no one knows,
You live your
life and you write a line,
But you can’t
stop or change the time.
So you just
sit back and let the fog roll in
… you need it
every now and then…
… to sit
back, slow & let the "Neil" sink in…
And where did
all the time go…
All the time
that just seems to move so slow…
… I guess I
lost track of time…
Are the
answers revealed in my dreams?
All coded in
pictures and hidden meanings,
Or will I
wake to find, its all been lost in sleep,
Or is that
just the plot of my favorite movie?
And the moon
sits behind a broken, grey, sky
But all that
I can see are beautiful brown eyes.
I feel the
warmth of your smile on a cypress breeze
& I’m
lost in thought as I move through the streets,
When the fog
comes rolling in…
When the fog
comes rolling in…
