Horizons
(written by Edward Sheehy)
I can hear the grass grow I can see the sun
thru a piece of old film from a movie
throw away my brain crutch I can still run
thru my popsicle years come back to me
just like the sun gets big when it’s close to horizon
the past seems more important now than then
I’ve been doing chalk time I’ve been a fool
I’m a picket in the fence around learning
been looking at my shoes in the light of the sun
and the back of my neck is burning
just like the sun gets big when it’s close to horizon
the past seems more important now than then
I can play checkers in the noon day sun
with old Walt Whitman laughing
touch my body just begun
to separate with silk screen chaffing
and just like the sun gets big when it’s close to horizon
the past seems more important now than then
sometimes I wish I could skip across years
like a rock on a lake like a time stone
but the man won’t throw me I’ve got to weigh tears
I’m a diamond in the middle of rhinestones
and just like the sun gets big when it’s close to horizon
the past seems more important now than then
