by A.E. Bayne

A kite and a hopeless gesture,
too many trees to win today,
and no wind to carry the message.

Moon Tree

Someday this will all die down
And we'll find the rhythm of you and me
Is nothin' more than
a 2 2 beat

Let's make up a song
full of longing and lust
Dance down the road
Stir up the dust

Promise me when I fall down
You'll kiss my brow and make it right
Sew my gaping wounds up tight

Pick up my heart
blow off the dust
Sing me a song full of
hope, faith, and trust


That oak tree fell straight down
Right here in my yard
Pushed around by the storm

The full moon looks down
Have we been here before
In a red nightgown
Tip toe cross the floor

The mist is rollin round
The sirens sing a song of desire
While we dance through this fire

Back full of scars
Splinters in my heart
The rooster cries
Out of time out of dark

The crops have been cut down
The field now lays exposed
And now I can see the road

Sun's coming up
Everything is so clear
Our eyes adjust
Goodbye my dear

Someday this will all die down
And we'll find the rhythm of you and me
Is nothin' more than
a 2 2 beat