comes back to you

i try to grow up and stop being afraid
and make a new me
that won't feel these things
but somehow
no matter what's logical
it always comes back to you

i try to be smart alert and alive
to move from this place to a new
address
and get on with life as i know i can
but it always comes back to you

i never knew you were a cornerstone
for me
i never believed you would sit it out
and still be waiting for me

i try to be sensible
think of the others
this puzzle is difficult
to unravel
i know there are so many facets and sides
but it always
comes back
to you
no matter what i do

my little life

my little life
seems oh so small
some days i don't feel much connection at all
but i go to bed hoping
when the sun returns
that it will be the day
i have been waiting for

and i build and i knit
and i cook and i sew
and i string the beads
on soft silk thread
in my little life
these things take form
and the sun goes down
on the trial and the weary worn
hearts that beat
and deliver blood
to parts that need
to breathe

oh for one short day
on that soft beach shore
my little life
would be taken in hand
and all the things
i had cherished and born
would be yours
and yours alone

the fresh summer sun
in the beating blue sky
would wake us
would shake us
out of our tired time
i've never felt so much like this
and not been able
to get out of it

the buses the trains the cars the planes
what is their purpose
where do they think they are going today
and when they get there
they never stay

my little life is eaten
by the morning
that doesn't get all that it needs to
done
and the constant travelling of the hands round the clock
unless the battery's energy drops
and then
my little life suspended in time
would mean next to nothing
disappear in a void

but i guess
i could say
at least i tried
to keep the passion inside me alive
and one or two others
saw the light