IN OUR TIME OF WANTING

IN OUR TIME OF WANTING
mid to late 91

What’s for certain?
Only endings. That is if you hold it dear
I don’t know
Where we’re going, or why the hell would I be here
I went walking
In my old eyes, the world was firm beneath my feet
Everyone is talking
Who is lying and who is lying real discreet?

Shadows rising
Feel them haunting. Hungry hands with no embrace
Who can give you
What you’re wanting? Is there such a time and place
Midnight’s coming
Ain’t no stalling. Can your eyes embrace the black?
In my night time
No one calling. And darkness just cannot hug back

In our time of wanting
Fading is the vague parade
Time cascades like rain undaunting
I sat there in the rain and stayed

Moments ending
Hear them dying? Tocks devour the lives of fools
No befriending
All the crying, the clock hand swirls ‘round like stools
Hands are moving
By the hours, shuffling through the book of sins
Prayers are hiding
Hidden powers, you should let them live again

In our time of wanting