HEART’S DEAD END

I
THE MORE YOU FIND ME,
THE MORE I HIDE.
THE MORE YOU KNOW ME,
THE LESS I CONFIDE.
YOU GET SO WEARY,
OF MY OLD STORY,
THAT KEEPS YOU A STRANGER, AND ME SO LONELY
AND BEWILDERED BY LOVE, BEWILDERED BY LOVE.

CHORUS
IT’S WHY I SING, IT’S WHY I SING THIS SONG,
TO MOVE IT THROUGH MY BLOODSTREAM,
AND MY HEART’S DEAD END.
MY HEART’S DEAD END,
MOVE IT THROUGH, MY HEART’S DEAD END.

II
WE SIT ON THE BOARDWALK BENCH,
YOUR FINGERS BRUSH MY EAR.
WE GAZE OUT AT THE BOLD GREAT LAKE,
MY SHOULDER CATCHES YOUR TEAR.
I TUCK IN MY BREATH,
TILL I CAN BARELY BREATHE.
IT’S SO AUTOMATIC,
SO SECOND NATURE
STILL, AT SEVENTY.
AT SEVENTY.

BRIDGE
SOMETIMES THESE COLD FEET GET WARM,
AND YOU COAX MY SHOULDERS DOWN,
AN UNCANNY PLACE FREE OF HARM,
THERE’S NO WORDS, THERE’S NO SOUND.

Toronto March 29/20