(Jonathan Pointer)



A warm wind blows

Across my windowsill tonight

Like a ghost, like a ghost

Soft and low

In this other- worldly light

I dream of Rose



Common time

Never ceases, never yields

It comes and it goes

Now I find

I lost the pavement 'neath my wheels

When I lost Rose



Should anybody wonder where I'm bound

I don't know

I come and I go

Wreckage looks the same from town to town

I suppose

It wasn't meant to be this way

For Rose



Soldier on

What's left is not what I planned

It's what I chose, What I chose

And the sun

Up and slipped right thru my hands

When I lost Rose



Should anybody wonder where I'm bound

I don't know

I come and I go

Wreckage looks the same from town to town

I suppose

It wasn't meant to be this way