good girl

Tonight is mine and won’t pass by I’m where the river bends The winter tide is fast and high and races with the wind Alone, I’m at the window waiting for the day to end…. I’m here collecting the mysteries of time I chase the mystic It’s symbols and it’s signs

hard to know, hard to see the messages sent to you say not what they mean the paths on the map don’t lead where they say they lead the roads, they don’t meet the clouds, they obscure the patterns repeat and you can say the same for me…