Method Acting

there is no beginning to the story

a bookshelf sinks into the sand

& a language learned & forgot,

in turn, is studied once again

it's a shocking bit of footage

viewed from a shitty TV screen

you can squint at it through snowy static

to make out the meaning

just keep stretching the antennae,

hoping that it will come clear

we need some reception, a higher message,

just tell us what to fear

because i don't know what tommorow brings

it is alive with such possibilities

all i know is i feel better when i sing

burdens are lifted from me,

that is my voice rising!



so michael, please keep the tape rolling

boys, keep strumming those guitars

we need a record of our failures

we must document our love

i have sat too long in my silence

i have grown too old in my pain

to shed this skin, be born again,

it starts with the ending

so thank you friends for the time we shared

my love stays with you like sunlight & air

oh, how i truly wish i could keep hanging around here

but my joy is covering me

soon, i will disappear



it's not a movie,

no private screening

this method acting,

well, i call that living

it's like a fountain,

a door has opened

we have a problem with no solution

but to love & to be loved



so, i've made peace with the falling leaves

i see their same fate in my own body

but i won't be frightened when i am awoken from this dream

& returned to that which gave birth to me

& the story goes on & on & on & on...