Take me out of this province
I prefer a warmer clime
You would not think ill of me
If you knew me in my prime
You know I won't submit to mirrors
because they always lie
You may think that's my reflection
but I have an alibi
Take me out of this city
It is rife with scorn
for all the things I might have been
still waiting to be born
Why are those streets contented
to surrender to the snow
I have not seen my heart in weeks
if you find it, let me know
Take me out of this longing
it only weighs me down
you can buy that kind of action
Most anywhere in town
Did you know I was a poet
before you took me at my word
now all I have to offer you
are stories I've overheard
Take me out of this winter
before I succumb to frost
No spring could ever thaw me
You can't save what is lost
I never talk to strangers
I avoid their inquiries
and I'm never seen out after dark
how is it you found me?
So take me out of this window
Night is drawing near
If it slips into this room
Then I might disappear
You didn't know this when you met me
But one thing is for sure
I'll take whatever love's left in you
I am a saboteur
Bring it on.Are you coming to England or do I have to travel to Canada?
ReplyDeleteHey, not bad - I can almost hear a tune that belongs with that one. Dare I say Cohen-esque?
ReplyDeleteNot that one, Brewnoser, but you would be right if you applied that comment to one or two others...
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