Saturday, April 12, 2008

Radio Nowhere

Why are there 5 degrees of freedom but six degrees of separation?
Why does every closeness need to be given a name?
Why does watching the stations go by at 12 a.m. make me so terribly sad?
Why does everyone go away in the end?
Why do I not even need to screw up?

Many years have passed
since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
pon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold