there s a local tavern comfort you evoke there s a point to life nestled in your eyes when you re laughin at all my jokes well i tried but i can t forget because the one thing that matters most is the shape you take in my dreams doesnt fit my waking world as i fled my birthplace village lookin back there s a chessboard set in the distance that was made in the recent past or was it just a cemetery or a tombstone dealership i could not tell from the road we were goin pretty fast did the clatter i send you ever arrive did you breathe it into your lungs and then blow a cloud as you said goodnight when you swept down the last of it is it tidy in your room do you feel the phantom limbo as you bend beneath the broom there s a thousand words i ve framed behind my eyes when i close my lids there s a childhood glimpse as i leave the day behind  and at night when my bones surrender to the wind blown from the sea and i m sure that you re the sweetest breeze that s ever blown through me