Timepieces

How can I try to explain how I feel, why had to go?
Maybe a song or a metaphor? All I am is standard tunings and simple chords
But I know that I’ve got to get on board this train to Chicago

You said you were looking for a dream, that maybe yours could be mine
When you asked me for a pretty line, baby nothing came to mind
That’s the reason why I’ve got to leave these lies behind

I remember Shakespeare’s garden I recall making love in the rain
I remember sleeping in the parking lot
All these timepieces hardened and fragile and forged in vain
But how they fit together now I can’t seem to remember
Whether I ever knew or somehow I forgot

Lookin’ back now I begin to see more than just empty space
At the edges of a love affair but I can’t retrace the heartbreak that got me here
So I’ll have to take my timepieces where I can stay in one place

1999