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Date Posted: 13:07:15 06/17/00 Sat
Author: Daffodil Angel
Subject: Straightaways

I'm walking down the main street of Dunfermline during the eye of the storm
Yielding the rain by my umbrella, but the fog is yielding my vision, I feel I've been torn
I'm sensing these perceptions of hope and wisdom, turning atrabiliously sour
Let's hope I can buy a ticket for the next train, which leaves at the top of this hour
Maybe I can sail with the clouds, but I must learn to slide with the lightning
Perhaps I still have yet to obtain something
I want to be a part of this everlasting sensation
But I've found myself floating around in an aquarium, drenched by all this incessant precipitation

I'm walking left and right, above and below
In the city, on the waterfront, every to and fro
There's something in my heart that is begging me to stay
But I just keep on sauntering down these straightaways!

I'll hit the hay down at the Victorian Inn in Cape Giradeau
I'll rise and shine out on the lawn in Toledo
When I daydream of these ghosts that are lingering over me
I'll just put them into a jar and agitate them vigorously
Sorrow is just another major case of the flu
I always contract this virus whenever I think about you
There are so many things I keep in myself, but even more that I miss
Let's hope I can find that junction to Los Angeles!

I'm walking left and right, above and below
In the suburbs, on the railroads, every to and fro
There's something in my heart that is begging me to stay
But I just keep on sauntering down these straightaways

There's something inside of my head that's saying I'm fading away
But I just keep on sauntering down these straightaways!

Copyright 2000
Noah Eaton
4/9/00

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