Jim Yoshii Pile-up Beach Glass
Sing for me now
Because I've never sung before
And I don't believe in singing anyhow.
The music comes and goes on the am radio.
And I can't stay here
And watch you watch me
Lie politely.
Your eyes are so clear
Like the sky on a winter San Francisco day.
Like words of faith from the faithless
Like old complaints,
Like a blanket thrown over the stone,
Like a creek bed to carry me home.
You're always looking, and so I'm giving
A sign it's time to send me to the hospital again.
Words of faith from the faithless,
Old complaints,
As we follow the water through stone
And the creek bed becomes my home,
You and I will be,
You and I will be,
The silt that joins the Pacific Rim tonight.
