Periphery Waltz

When the supreme authorities of our culture

Tell us to get down on our knees

And beg for salvation from some divinity

Is it any wonder there are people

Begging on the street for salvation from poverty?

Well, it's no surprise to me

I left my home in the church

I left my home in the suburbs to wander

I did it all for my dreams and the star

That I followed fell from the periphery

the street lights slipping down

My windshield fell like falling stars

Down a dark country road

I first left my home when I was seventeen

And I paid my respects to my fellow rejects

But I tended to wander alone like I was listening

To the words of a song, whispered soft and low

It's kind of like dancing

It's kind of like losing your mind

And I've often considered

The impractibility of my life

The moon behind the clouds is ill-defined

I got lost so many times but I could not

Be consigned to a fate of obsolescence

And decline, so I'll take the chance again

And the Mockingbird is my friend when he sings

A song in the warm midnight wind, I'll follow

My old tune and I'll wish you good morning