Ur silence is deafening
But ur message is clear
It's not what u say
Really, its what u do
And what u do, honey
Ain't nowhere near the truth
Of the picture u painted
Keep on painting
Ur pretty words
In gold and half tone sepia
I'll watch what u do
To know all I need
And when u paint
By saying nothing at all
I will hear what ur tryin to say
And I'll know before u
What the picture is all about

Went down to the river
Went to see cousin Joe
A mean ol coot
With a heart of gold
He'd been hurt
By some woman long ago
He closed himself off
And spent his love fishin'
Cleet, that's what Joe was called
Always smiled at the sun
And cussed the fish
He could throw together
A gourmet meal in a dash
But always ate
With his fingers
He loved to tell stories
About the one that got away
And sometimes
He'd talk about fishin
Spent the day with Cleet
And left him at sundown

Went to see cousin Bell
At her uptown tony
One room studio
Nell was a painter
Of some small fame
Had one hanging
In city hall
In her hometown of 200
Sweet Nell was working
A new piece
Called it "Apogee"
Looked a lot like
An off color rainbow to me
She gushed and talked
About the society news
That and her oils
Was all she new
Ever since The Jackass left her
Ages ago
Locked here in her highrise
She doesn't see
She's locked her heart away

Got a call
From my good friend Fred
He said he had a new girl
He said he was in love
Now Fred wasn't the sharpest tool
His light was rather dim
He'd been hurt
So many times
He'd lost count ages ago
Fred couldn't sing
Sure couldnt dance
But he knew how to love
He knew how to give
And he was never afraid
To take a chance
He'd called to get me
To help him to celebrate
He called to share his joy

Well that was my weekend
That's how I spent my time
It was a grand weekend
Full of laughter, life
And grace
I came away wiser
But not because of what you think
I came away happy
Because of what I heard

Freedom flies
On the wings of a dove
She whispered her dream
And let fly her hopes
A softly spun tale
She let loose her cares
And found freedom
In the giving away

Feel free to invent
A story about you
Feel free to imagine
All the things you wish were true
You don't have let on
You don't have to say
That your living
Someone else's life

You can run like Hell
From everything you see
You can bury your head
And pretend not to see
You don't have to admit
Your scared out of your wits
You don't have to say
You wish you were someone else

You can take the easy road
And wind up in debt
You can take the hidden path
Rising above the rest
You don't have to tell a soul
You don't have to speak
Just whisper your prayers
And live a life
You can call your own

I mourn
Into the wind
And the spirit
Washes away my tears
I was a madman
Pushing against forces
I could never control
I was a fool
Now released
To feel the wind
In my face
Your hand at my back

Yes, I mourn
But you wipe away
My tears

Finally I met the match
To my depravity
She sunk to my level
With her sense of identity
She struck a spark
With an effortless twitch
A conflagration
That satiated a little itch
That wily woman
Left me not quite the same
She took what she wanted
A master of the game

Silent turns the leaf
She hid her face
In his hands
The lightening never strikes
Where you thought it would
Water leaves a dusty path
Across the hollows
Of her eyes
I hid the pretention
In my hands
And held you
While you cried