Written Not in steel and stone

Cold thunder on the road

Leaves me strange, but on my feet

On that morning I woke up

from those nights out on the street

She sent whispers to my ears

When the night before they rang

It was you who keep me stitched up

Tied together at the seams

Could almost heal your heart of steel

could almost reach the other side

could almost watch it all fall down

build the whole damn thing again tonight

Could almost fall into the sun

could almost call apon the sight

could almost mezmerize your spirit

Turn all your blackness into light

I look into the fire

Stone archways laced in iron

you were caught up in the moment

but the party must go on

Hey I'll tell you Tales of sorrow

Yes I'll tell you Tales of old

But no tale can match your mysteries

Written Not in steel and stone.

copyright © 2005 Robert M. MacKinnon (Bahama Kin)