tarry here near the window with me for awhile

tell me of the bumps in your road



then rest yourself near my hearth and dream

dream of the only road that aint lonely



and i'll sit here and watch them grow long
pleasently
listening to your inward song


i'll stare out the window again

and watch the rain fall
down the window it crawls like some drunken spider dancing on fire
i'm sure that somewhere i'm lost



again



come traveler let us regail each other with personal stories of our hells and the glories of roads less traveled by mass
and how all of that's now in the past

have we learned here

knowing what got us to this window pane should have taught us how to get around the blame we place on ourselves
i look at at all of these shelves lined with the words i have written


seems like so long ago


there's much still i've yet to know


so....




tarry here near the window with me for awhile

tell me of the bumps in your road



then rest yourself near my hearth and dream

dream of the only road that aint lonely