Michael McGuire Walking In The Rain
WALKING IN THE RAIN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Looking out across the fields of death’s victory, I look over my shoulder
towards the morning of life’s day, the port of entry into foreign lands is
guarded by the fear of weather, the audience cant figure out who has the
lead role as they watch this dream play.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
Time is the wrong definition for what was, and when is the wrong
question for what is to be, a flower with deep root in earth is aching for
the touch of the sun, she walked up to me like a spirit held out the palm
of her hand and in it was a key.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
A brave warrior stands vigil over the castle of his shame, he say’s a man
is only worth what he’s willing to give up and no more, a little boy runs to
his mother crying he has cut his finger on the edge of a rainbow, over
towards the coast I see a ship dreaming of the shore.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
Emotional impressionism and it’s context of colors like life’s weather is a
mystery, it can rain in the cave of your skull without a cloud in the sky,
mind at large moves like a great thunderhead across the endless horizon
life’s weather pays no heed to death’s forecast and all we can do is
wonder why.... we’re.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
march 89
