you think you know
walking home in the street
armed with a guitar
yet a feel to out of reach for anyone to
want to harm
a man from the alley walked up and came
to me
he said you don’t wonder why you stopped
at all to talk to me
he said
“i am a man of many colors and many lives
and your are also mine inside of
momentary ties
but you’re not color blind
you’ve all ready shown me more
than what you think you know
this isn’t on your mind
but in your soul and all the melodies you
write
you write”
he spoke to me in phrases
raising out to me in light
and cornered me with riddles from
his complemented mind
cause too many questions are
unknown for us to find
and if we allow the fear to fade
we invent the line
he said
“i am a man of many colors and many lives
and your are also mine inside of
momentary ties
but you’re not color blind
you’ve all ready shown me more
than what you think you know
this isn’t on your mind
but in your soul and all the melodies you
write
you write”
and this i give to you
we’ll never meet again
hoping that I’ve opened up
the head inside your hands
and as they touched mine
you’re not color blind
you’ve all ready shown me more
than what you think you know
this isn’t on your mind
but in your soul and all the melodies you
write
you write”