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listening to the words of a song
from a movie that was a play
will someone care
sung by the members of a life support group
for people dying of aids
suddenly i am aware
that everyone is dying
and everyone is trying
to not be alone in the end
and everyone is wondering
the question is thundering
will someone be the friend
who will be there in the end
we're all asking
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
when the body fails me
when i can no longer care for myself
will i face nursing home dangers
will i be put out with the trash
will i be at the mercy of strangers
wiping my nose, my drool, my ass
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
it may be more obvious with cancer or aids
but we all share the same fear
of being alone at the end
old age is the final card that is played
if none of the others do it,
old age will, my friend
for everyone is dying
and everyone is trying
to not be alone in the end
and everyone is wondering
the question is thundering
will someone be the friend
who will be there in the end
we're all asking
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
when the body fails me
when i can no longer care for myself
will i face nursing home dangers
will i be put out with the trash
will i be at the mercy of strangers
wiping my nose, my drool, my ass
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
sometimes i want to end it all while i can
rather than be alone when i'm helpless at the end
sometimes i want to end it all, do you understand?
no one answers when i ask who will be the friend?
we're all asking
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
when the body fails me
when i can no longer care for myself
will i face nursing home dangers
will i be put out with the trash
will i be at the mercy of strangers
wiping my nose, my drool, my ass
will i lose my dignity
will someone care
for everyone is dying
and everyone is trying
to not be alone in the end
and everyone is wondering
the question is thundering
will someone be the friend
who will be there in the end
listening to your voice kept my heart alive
in the darkest moments when love betrayed trust
i don’t know how to explain how much you mean to me
and make it make sense, since we’ve never met
but have you ever read a book you belonged in?
have you ever heard a song your soul wrote to you?
was there ever a story, just words to your eyes
that became an epic monument in your mind?
listening to your voice takes me to a good place
a feeling that you understand something no one else could
and if that is just fantasy then please let me dream
for there is no reason to end something this good
when i read your words i feel like i belong there
when i heard you sing i feel like i should sing too
can we write a story, just words for our eyes
that becomes an epic monument in our minds?
would that be just kept in my imagination
or can you feel in these words some familiar sensation
maybe you see in me what i see in you
what stops us from knowing something real, something true
just tell me what you want me to do
if nothing else, i wish you knew
listening to your voice kept my heart alive
in the darkest moments when love betrayed trust
i don’t know how to explain how much you mean to me
and make it make sense, since we’ve never met
he asked,
” Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?
he said,
” Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry,
but why on earth should that mean it is not real?”
have you ever read a book you belonged in?
have you ever heard a song your soul wrote to you?
was there ever a story, just words to your eyes
that became an epic monument in your mind?
and i hope you see
you are that book
you are that song
you are that story
the epic monument
for me
if i fantasize about you every night
would you tell me it is wrong or it's alright?
if i promise all my heart and soul to you
would you tell me it's a dream that can't come true?
if i prayed to every god to hold your hand
would you tell me that you don't undestand?
if i lived my life to make your dreams come true
would you tell me i'm a fool - i wish i knew
and if i reached out to touch you
what would you do?
just a look in your eyes
has me mesmerized
just the way that you smile
melts me - is it your style?
just the way that you walk
just the way that you talk
just the way that you are
am i going too far?
and if i never actually get you to notice me
if this love i feel remains only a fantasy
if all that comes of this is the song i sing
i will still give you everything
for the dream of you and the hope you bring
makes me feel like a king
and if this kingom is all in my mind
in this life
it is . . .
all i need to find
the look in your eyes
all i need to find
just the way that you smile
all i need to find
just the way that you walk
all i need to find
just the way that you talk
all i need to find
just the way that you are
all i need to find
all i need to do
to make all my dreams come true
is dream
of you
to make all my dreams come true
all i need to find
is you
you say you want me to call
but you don't like talking on the phone
you like your talking face to face i wonder,
how long have you been on your own
you hand me your number as i leave
and encourage me to care for myself
now what am i supposed to make of that oh,
what's that book up on your shelf?
is it pride and prejudice
or is it war and peace
maybe tale of two cities
or the golden fleece
is it something unique
someone i never heard of
oh...
or are you writing something new
and does it take two
for the love or words
or are we gonna fall in love
you say you want me to call
well haven’t been asked for so long
i like the smile on your face i wonder,
what would you do with your own song
you reach out to hug me as i leave
i think i’m not sure i remember how
i was feeling you pressed up against me oh
what's that book your reading now?
is it the road less traveled
or is it custer’s last stand
quixote de la mancha
alice in wonderland
is it something brand new
will it fit us like a glove
oh...
should i act like i have no clue
or move like i do
for the love or words
does the answer come from above
what book do you read when you are most alone
what book can take you home
what book do you read when you’re most afraid
have you ever felt saved
by words or music or anything
what book lives inside your heart
i want to know your story
so where shall we start
you say you want me to call
but you don't like talking on the phone
you like your talking face to face i wonder,
how long have you been alone
you give me a smile as i leave
makes me want to take a good look at myself
now what am i supposed to make of that oh,
what's that book up on your shelf?
lost in the revelry
a lonely voice sighs
counting the promises that
have turned into lies
and in the morning light
an innocent cries
picking up the pieces
of life's greatest prize
and where are the friends we used to know
where is the caring
all of the love, where did it go
where is the sharing
once we could trust each other
like sisters and brothers
and now we hide behind locked doors
if i give you mine tonight
could i ask for yours?
lost in the cacophony
a lonely heart beats
counting the moments passing
as little defeats
living a life alone
a social life dies
we are social beings
is this a surprise?
so where are the friends we used to know
where is the caring `
all of the love, where did it go
where is the sharing
once we could trust each other
like sisters and brothers
and now we hide behind locked doors
if i give you mine tonight
could i ask for yours?
are there still dreamers dreaming the dreams
that created fairy tales?
are there still poets imagining
a love that never fails?
are there still children sharing pretending
without a world of fears?
are there still people living happily ever after
anywhere?
lost in the industry
a lonely hand asks
will anyone hold me today
between all the tasks
and in the dark of night
loneliness on the rise
counting the years passing
wondering why
we share less and less,
and then we die
why oh why oh why
why don't we learn to share more
before we die?
can we learn to share more
before we die?
oh where are the friends we used to know
where is the caring `
all of the love, where did it go
where is the sharing
once we could trust each other
like sisters and brothers
and now we hide behind locked doors
if i give you mine tonight
could i ask for yours?
and you say you love the way i rhyme
well where have you been all this time
why should i give you what you want
when i am still bleeding
what are you needing
why are you back now after all this time
what's in it for me?
and you bring the same praise and etiquette
another husband, but does he know yet
why should i believe this is not
one more set up to be shot
i gave it all i got
how much can we hope to forget
and why should we?
what good is trusting you now
it's hard to reach the middle of one's own back
the knife has been twisting for years
all the blood has thrown me off track
washed away in a river of tears
after all rain that has been falling
i may have to hide when i'm calling
married women are nothing but trouble
when you get too close
even worse when you turn around
and you've got ghosts
and you stroke my ego oh so well
well why should i believe you now
relegated to the trash for so long
what could be missing
from your life
that you'd bring me back
me and my knife
do you want my blessing
for your husband and wife
do you want forgiveness
do you want the knife
how much more of my life
do you want this time?
and all because you say you love
the way i rhyme --
what now, this time...
the way i rhyme.
it's so weird
no way to check who is checking on me
it's so weird
to have this window on the world through which i cannot see
it's so strange
to have taken you for granted for so long
it's so strange
that you don't even know that i am writing you this song
world on the web
friends far away
electronic words
so much to say
yet in a blink
everything's gone
and even if you don't think
you could carry on
you carry on
it's so weird
after ten years of writing each day
it's so weird
not like i have nothing left to say
it's so strange
like losing a link to a part of me
it's so strange
to have this window on the world through which i cannot see
world on the web
where have you gone
i'll still right here
babbling on
yet in a blink
we're out of touch
and even if you think
it doesn't mean so much
it means so much
what are we beyond the image of who we think we might be
based only on the words we read and write and sometimes say
we're still just a phone call away
but what is it that becomes something when nothing is here
is it all our imaginations that lead us to believe we really care
when the connection just seems to disappear
it's so weird
to be so dependent on blogs and email
it's so weird
to miss it so much when connections fail
it's so strange
i know i'm not the only one who feels this way
but here i sit alone writing these words
and here these words and i alone will stay
it's so weird
no way to check who is checking on me
it's so weird
to have this window on the world through which i cannot see
it's so strange
to have taken you for granted for so long
it's so strange
that you don't even know that i am writing you this song
you seem to want to fit me into your life
the question is where and how far
how much time and space are you prepared to share
after all, penetration is not something to be taken lightly
though humor is my favorite sword and shield
it is also filled with great insight and is my saving grace
sanity is maintained by finding it everywhere
i wonder where you find yours
and what lives (or dies) behind your closed doors
i might say i almost feel comfortable with you
but i must admit i feel comfortable anywhere
i wonder if i still flinch at the thought of unconditional trust
after all, suicide is not something to be taken lightly
within the humor lies a simple puzzle
though still intricate and as complex as you want it to be
peace lives deep within the irreverence
i wonder where you find yours
and what lived (or died) during your past wars
shall we ignore the attraction?
say it is all in my mind?
sometimes safety in numbers is still not as safe
as staying alone
shall we ignore the affection?
say we don't want to give?
sometimes shutting down is still not as safe
as going all in
when you are at that point where you can say
what have i got to lose that i haven't lost already
you might give up and just wait alone to die
or share the superficial already dead inside
or just go for the sharing one more time
unconditional trust and honest love
that is a rhyme
you seem to want to find a way to rhyme with me
the question is how and how much
how much time and space are you prepared to share
after all, imitation is not something to be taken lightly
though logic is my favorite song and dance
it is also filled with great mystery and controversy
consciousness is maintained by finding it everywhere
i wonder where you find yours
and what lives (or dies) behind your closed doors
when you are at that point where you can say
what have i got to lose that i haven't lost already
you might give up and just wait alone to die
or share the superficial already dead inside
or just go for the sharing one more time
unconditional trust and honest love
i'll go for unconditional trust and honest love
one more time...
that is a rhyme
