Lyrics

Walked out to the gate
The cobblestones were damp again
From the evening spray like a water way
Tied my shoe and paused
Dew drops blinked like chandeliers
Reflected branches shimmering in lamplight glow
Turned around and faced my father's door
I'd lost the need to stay there anymore

Stepped outside the gate
Scuttled down the streets of years
That had drifted by so suddenly
And passing Kathy's house
All my friends had gone away
To college and the war, on poverty
Caught a ride upon a trolley car
For twenty cents I rode it to the stars

While journeying through time and space
My dreams directed me to search and find
A reason to this rhyme
I met a girl who gave her love
A poet who's poems he loved
A banker locking up his love
A beggar who demanded love
A preacher who preached his love
An Indian who lived his love
A nation that forgot the love
And a child who could only love
Now the reason to this rhyme
Is there really just one kind?

Morning woke me up
Pushed the curtain to the side
A pigeon left his calling card on the window sill
Brushed my hair and sighed
Ate a bowel of cereal
Kept fooling with the toaster that wouldn't work

Turned around and faced my father's door
Mother didn't clean my clothes anymore