I hear in my mind...

I hear in my mind, all of these voices
I hear in my mind, all of these words
I hear in my mind, all this music
And it breaks my heart

...suppose they never meet You, suppose they never fall in love...suppose they never let You kiss them so sweet and so soft...suppose they never saw You...suppose You never ever called their names...

Suppose I keep on singing love songs just to break my own fall??

Thursday night past...

It is hell down there in the velvet layers of Clarence Street....the jokes are cold...people don't laugh at jokes...they laugh at tragedies...corner street societies...


"But they believe her
They never leave her while she sings
She makes them feel things"

Could I be a lady that sings so true?
Could Emma and I be women who sing?

I feel like I have walked these streets for so long.
There ain't nothing right...
there ain't nothing wrong??

Our Gomar's, they stand, then disappear...and when they return...they light a cigarette, puff away with no regrets...they say they are free...

Sitting on the pavement on thursday night I remembered...it was on these streets I learned to fly, it was on these streets I learned to cry...

And it is on these streets I won't solely sing love songs...I will learn how to sing true.