Michael McGuire The Weary Dancer
THE WEARY DANCER
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Brother I’m weary and we’ve still got such a long way to go, sister I’m
thirsty for those sweet lips that I’ll never know, mother I know your
disappointed but don’t worry it’ll be alright, father I don’t know if I can
carry this weight although I’m trying with all of my might, and if there’s
any love at all left in your wrung out heart, then please send me the
light in a shadows disguise, and if it’s here that the whole must part,
then here I’ll wait for springs reprise.
And so often we forget what were looking for like a dream forgets of
sleep, the sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will
reap, the night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the
night , but no one can beat the fighter the fighter who refuses to fight.
I see you standing there with your pride so battered and bruised, you
thought you’d come out on top but now you feel like you’ve been used,
let me tell you a secret that everybody already knows, the kind of
friends you keep make much better foes, you think every thing is
settled once you make up your mind, you walk in a bed of roses and
sleep on a bed of nails, you trust your reason because your instincts
are blind, your constantly amazed at ho success always fails.
And so often we forget what were looking for like a dream forgets of
sleep, the sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will
reap, the night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the
night , but no one can beat the fighter the fighter who refuses to fight.
And after this journey there’ll still be a quest to bare, after all this
cheating it’ll be hard to learn to play fair, if never had an ending it
could only be now, if why has an answer it could only be how, I’ll not
raise a weapon here I just want this dance, I want you to sing me a
song in the voice of the rain, I want you to show me the details of
good and evils romance, I live for your whispers of pleasure in my cries
of pain.
And so often we forget what were looking for like a dream forgets of
sleep, the sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will
reap, the night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the
night , but no one can beat the fighter the fighter who refuses to fight.
june 88
