Changing Seasons - Sarah Bowman

My drawers and desktop are emptied
of the words that never helped me
I grew up in a house with big windows on the river side
My thoughts drifted up and out them on and on
O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean
Every new place hovers with lowered ceilings
I could never find a lover to lay beside
and watch the changing seasons on and on
I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind
Another room restored to a time long before
without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home
I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind
Somewhere in my travels through my personal battles
I found a silent companion patient and kind
and I felt he had been with me over all of those long miles
Another room restored to a time long before
without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home
Can I trade this tortured mind for a lullaby
Tonight the wind is knocking and there`s one lamp burning
I cannot deny that what we`re building goes on and on
O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean