Having washed my face in a frozen stream
And having lived in guest rooms for the last 7 years,
And having just doubled in size, admitting animal loving
I still
Must
Find a
Way
How.
How do I live with the romance of the wolrd?
How do I live with the romance: the lure of scenery?
How do I live with the romance of comfort and closed
Eyes?
How do I live with the romance?
And admit that this might be the world
Where I belong.
How?
I'll sing my song in a parking lot.
