Felicia's Song

Downhill bus ride, reminds me of Rio
For once they’re playing your song on the radio
A quiet, magic place alongside
passengers chasing time in Felicia’s rain
She’s come to say goodbye
You know, he did all he could to keep you
But with a soul so free, what can one do
Her loving arms and their touch, and her sweet breath and smile
Won’t brace him now in Felicia’s rain
She’s come to say goodbye
How would people know about your life there
How could people know about a life in fear
How to keep someone distant when they’re so near
How come you never knew that you belong here
«Dear distant cousin. Such different dwellings.
Fully insulated, air-conditioned, all gadgets and recreation;
Simple, drafty, packed with people,
having to provide for yours in whatever way you can;
Built on piles by the water — fishing, harvesting, c
ooking, fishing, harvesting, giving birth every second year;
A camp on your way to nowhere,
trying not to notice that the
children are getting more lost every day.
And this is you. You. Me. You, my distant cousin. And me.»
Time will stop, rain will keep falling
On that day, in that moment I had a calling
Been calling out since then
Since that day on the downhill bus ride, back when Felicia’s rain
Fell down to say goodbye