controlled bedspins

How has the cycle of events turned out?
Did it all go fine…
Hope it did…
There was a thought, and there was an imagination, at work
Obviously they would have made some sense somewhere
Something would have felt right to the one who read the signs on the walls
They would not go waste
Well we hope they don’t.
The days we have had at our backs
The times you haven’t been around
And the times I haven’t
Wouldn’t imagine them to go together
We were talking about two different roads
Never mind the familiar signs
They are just another roadblock
They muddle more than they could help

It was the other day
The one that just looked like it would pass in a blink
But actually stayed a little longer
I knew it was no other day



Over that bridge may be the breeze blew a little harsh
It was the one to savour
It was the one to hear
And be friends with
Not often they get intimate like that
With the passing seasons
That grow with the passing winds
And smile at the firm look on my face

We were just singing
About the tree that would never die

The wind took a beating
It was a test of times



Waters felt warmer this one moment
And it went farther than it would, on any other day


Take a wild guess
Make my day
It was with me all the while
You must have seen the effect
It existed in expanses
Of loud hues
And sullen words
Which came few and far between