Stephen Bruton Under The Horizon
The night like ships that drift the clouds float by
They brought no rain, they brought no dreams
The moon kaleidoscopes the ground
The darkness is as sure as death
The moon, above it on a single pearl
Surrounded by her floating sisters
Blink like the eyes of souls to come
Scattered like some broken glass
But under the horizon, under the horizon
Nothing stays the same, the sacred and profane
Under the horizon
This world, it spins so fast, it keeps us down
The shadows move, they stop the sun
Days have no names and fall like leaves
In rhythm to an endless dance
This life, it finds its way in fits and starts
Laughter, tears and broken parts
Like spin one way and never stop
These vision's from a fevered dream
Under the horizon, under the horizon
Nothing stays the same, the guilty and the blamed
Under the horizon
