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Far Away

By Bruce Clifford

Caught in the middle of intense population
Writing a book and driving in my car
Holes in the ozone in mystified waters
Waxing candles on sidewalks in bullet ridden jars

Lost in the silence of evaluation
Roaming the canvas trying to make some sense
Righting the wrongs in chemical infested waters
Take me far away then call this self defense

Far away there's light on
Out of the corner of my eye
Talk to me once and I might not get it
After three times I might try

Far away there's a silent glow
So far away from you and I
After my travels I will be lonely
It will make we want to cry

Caught in the middle of this manic hesitation
Holding on tight and ready for the fall
A suicidal meltdown petrified waters
Hold on tight because I'm falling in

Far away there's a light on
Out of the corner of my eye
Talk to me once and I might not get it
After three times I might try

It gets so lonely when everything's seems so far away

Far away there's a light on
Out of the corner of my eye
Talk to me once and I might not get it
After three times I might Try

Far away there's window
Deep in the chaos of my mind
After five times I'm still sinking
Another fifty will get me by

4/24/04 Bruce Clifford  

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