Janis Ian Down And Away
I know your name. Through every drop of rain that falls. I've known them all. Through every stillborn hurricane, And the skies unchained on the unwashed plain, And the driving rain.
Time has a way of slipping past, Like reason through the hourglass. We hear too fast, the lines don't last.
Not like they used to do, When I had you. How fast they flew away, Down and away.
I loved you young, When all impression gathered Spun on foreign suns, We gathered crumbs.
One or another drifting by, Past Regiments of humble pie, And the soggy sky and the unstitched eye, Writ across the glass of an unsung past.
Not like it used to do, When I had you. The words I threw away, Down and away.
On the unmarked road to hell, All the faithless heroes dwell. And the wine-blood sand, Of a burned out land, Drifting on the wind Of each and every faceless sin. Bursting through the eyes Of your whitewashed skies, Not unlike the sighs Of your pale blue thighs. Unchecked visions stream, Each succeeding dreams, On the rights of kings, And the balance swings.
Not like it used to do, When I had you. The lives I threw away, Down and away. Down and away.
