April 18, May 26, June 17 of 2005


Spring is here again, wisteria's choking them trees
I swear that gorgeous bloom is you and them old trees is me


I’m sitting here alone all dressed up in my disguise
Trying hard just to pretend I believe my own lies


Out here the water’s deep, nice way to spend an afternoon
Half awake, half asleep, a good ways away from you


You’re back home and you’re in pain
Setting fire to my old flames
In fear that they may rise again
You’re saving tears and praying rains


On every one of our parades
Our ghosts in ghastly pageantry
Some of them are ripping out at you
And some are digging in to me

But that old bloom it don’t last long
A blaze of glory and it fades
Leaving a mess of vines behind
Every time it goes away


We must find that bridge to cross to get us to that sweet refrain
This endless verse to endless verse is just pain to endless pain


And now, the cold is setting in as the dark is rolling down
And just like the fool I am won’t ask which way to town


But there’s a light up on a pole, glowing strong and true
It’s your love singing out to me and it’ll guide me back to you