Carried by the Nile

On the road back home, the way it somehow changed.
The setting sun cast shadows across the warm pavement.
Filtered fragments through the trees,
Warm yellows and oranges, pre-season autumn leaves.
And I listened to that song
About sweet wine and mustard greens,
And how if I come with nothing I come with all I need.
But upon the final listening I knew
That song wasn’t about me, it was for you.
‘Cause if I’m a crown without a head,
I’ve got a king to wait for.
And when I’ve got not a thing
Then all I want is more.
If I’m a handful of darts
Then I’m also a blowing breeze,
Sent to push the target whichever way I please.
All I have to do is do, but if I don’t
All I have to do is try.
And I like to pretend that I’ve stopped pretending;
Well, I’d never pretend to lie.
And I’m sick of almost kisses that I almost wish were real.
And I’m sick of really feeling things that I know aren’t really real.
And I’ll never move on until I take you from the center of my world.
I’m a lonely oyster and you’re my precious pearl.
But I have to spit you out free into to the oceans hand,
And open myself wide and take in my grain of sand.

Love stickier than any glue, softer than a downy feather;
One day I’ll have to remember when I wished we were together.
But for now I’m off to carry a cross
And you’ve got books galore to read.
It’s just that when you’re fine with nothing
I’ve got nothing that I need.
‘Cause I’m sick of being nothing except a wild-flying dart,
And I seem to hit everything except for a lone lover’s heart.
So I turn my face to the south and listen for a Father’s cry
And wait and wait and wait and wait until I can hear it inside.
So that when the song’s so imbedded in my mind,
And they call me old camel knees,
I’ll know that it’s finally the time to rise
And to be given what I desire and what I need.