Lately, white moon in the blue sky You taunt me with your half-hearted smile At once familiar The melancholy pain Of being again
And lately the rice grown at our feet Has lost its solvency We canter from field to wooden home Avoiding splinters We waiter here too long, too long, too long
Weightless we shall wonder on So many have tried, so few have won But the past is so seductive and I shall forever remain an amateur
Lately the days have lost their names The seasons ebb and change The fireside backs have been washed clean Revealing nothing but sunken shouldered dreams Of being again
Graceless we shall wonder on So many have tried, so few have won But the past is so seductive and I shall forever remain an amateur
And although I will try I would rather be taking the reins than the wheel
