Conversations

I went up on the hillside
To see how far the earth could reach
I took a moment
Took a breath in the afternoon breeze
There was a man beside me
In a suit and polished shoes
He pointed to the skies an said
The heavens are yours to find if that is what you choose
And I kept thinking — oh no, no, no
If you want the heavens
Then by all means
But your heaven makes me, oh so blind
And it’s not meant for me
Hanging out in the living room
Of one of my friends friends
So full of lively conversation
And a sense of this greedy intelligence
In a corner of the room I sat me down
Just to listen for a while
Your points were missed, and his misheard
And your breathing grew heavier with every word
And I kept thinking — oh no no no
If you want to keep arguing, well then feel free
But you don’t listen, no, to anything at all
And I know it’s not for me
Wandering around with my small town blues
I guess I’m only waiting
Wondering when I will be let loose
And when the stars will come and change me
Break me, shape me over into
Guess I’ll just keep on keeping on
And while time is running
I’ll be dancing, dancing on
To the rhythm that I choose
Dancing to my blues
And I keep thinking — oh no, oh no, no
There is no use in thinking anymore
But if you want to then feel free
I’ll just be dancing
Dancing to my blues
To my blues