Wait for the Signs (2006)

I sacrificed everything in my life
was it worth it
to hold her close and believe for an instant
in all those tall tales of eternal passion
I still see her there
that iconic goddess
the perfect woman who entranced me
in my earliest memories of desire

when things get hard
I hear a train chugging in the distance
its final destination is unknown
but i hear it rolls through london, moscow, montreal
and a score of cold places,
places I'd rather be
when that nostalgia kicks in,
when the look on her face
is two hundred years of wonderment
and I need the distant past, the distant future
and to be rid of avarice and selfishness
in the hearth of my day-to-day mind
and in my home

I end up feeling ghosts crawling up and down my skin
rising up through the floor
and across from the trees
my body always gets a little colder
when my ancestors lay it on me
-it doesn't have to be this way
from beyond the grave they speak in symbols
in my DNA, in the language of thought of my sub-conscious brain
they are visions and ideas instead of voices now

she calls to me for something
i answer warmly, when i'm actually fuming
i could care so much less about so many things
can she ever understand a man
can she ever know me
will you let me know a little more
the next time you come around