lyrics

[rollingrocker]

surely you will float serenely on the moving walkway of memory
across your bedroom and collapse with a sigh onto your bed
shoes falling -thunk, thunk- onto the floor
and there will be no strange man
suddenly all that time sitting there
sitting there on what must be the prized chair
in your collection of uncomfortable chairs
with a wild look in his eyes
and hands that you cannot see
holding what you do not know
so sure are you of the endless drumming of your isolation
that you are painfully slow to adjust
if only because yours is not that genre of story
still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies
no bullets shattering glass
instead fear sits patently
fear almost smiles when you see him
though you have kept him waiting for thirty three years
and know he has let himself in
and brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares
though you think you see in your naivete
that he is empty handed
and this brings you great relief at the time
new as you are really to the idea that
even after you have long since gotten used to the parameters
they can all change
while you're out one night having a drink with a friend
some big hand may be turning a big dial
switching channels on your dreams
until you find yourself lost in them