Time And Good Fortune

Drifter, what about her conversation?

Drifter, how about an explanation?

Where you go when you receive?

And why you never let her feed?

On all that truth you hold so dear

But never let another near

No one around

My, don't we love?

No one around

No, to the quiet gazes

No, to the muttered phrases

No, to the utter waste of

Time and good fortune

Taster of the poetry

Of Pater, Proust and Socrates

What are you to do but sleep

When are you to stop and weep?

For all your inability

To mate with your own memory

No one around

My, don't we love?

No one around

No, to the mindless gazes

No, to the splintered phrases

No, to the utter waste of

Time and good fortune

Singer, will the singing say it?

Singer, would such saying change it?

A whole long life spent tuning strings

And will it now mean anything?

But empty chords that only bring

An endless, voiceless sorrowing

No one around

My, don't we love?

No one around

No, to the frightened gazes

No, to the stuttered phrases

No, to the utter waste of

Time and good fortune

Time and good fortune

Time and good fortune