Story So Far 

     another good friend (who can also sing real good-like!), Eleanor Walker, sang some call-and-response schtuff with me on this tune.  And it sounds purty.

 

Commenced, we dove right in.

Beneath the fall of the fountains

to the top of the mountains to where we'd never been.

Disregard the falling hard.

Brushed aside a last goodbye to amend

 

The way it began,

Thrown caution to the wind

With the meaning of words we bend

Is the same way it ends.

 

(And I won't be the same?)

No, I've seen the change.

(What makes you so sure?)

I don't know the floor from the ceiling,

but I see it's reeling and I've been here before.

(Intricate, but it's only been a game.)

State it plain, this wrecking crane.

(A requiem to echo all around.)
Don't crush your head

everytime you hear its sound.

 

The way it began,

Thrown caution to the wind

With the meaning of words we bend

Is the same way it ends,

If it ends.

 

So I'll just accept

What cannot be found

And wait 'til it seeks,

'Til it seeks me out.

 

Angel, let me chase you down

'Cause there's a demon nipping at my heel.