Flash in the Pan
A hundred years ago
I might have lost my way.
A hundred years from now
I might remember today.
I'm driving toward
Rising
Sun.
Who knows the damage you've done?
I want to sing songs without shame, but dark falls the rain.
How careful
I was shooting arrows in the air.
Taking more than
I need, giving more than you care.
Like a nova, some tales…they last only a day.
Tell me how long it is before you go away.
I'm driving toward
Rising
Sun.
Who knows the damage you've done?
I want to sing songs without shame, but dark falls the rain.
We fling out desperate words, biting at every hand.
Lurching through the crowds, we're drawing
Rembrandts in the sand.
Taking refuge in clouds (
I touch every door that
I pass) or sitting in the dell, or hiding in the stacks.
I'm driving toward
Rising
Sun.
Who knows the damage you've done?
I want to sing songs without shame, but dark falls the rain.
