Quito, Ecuador
January 24, 2009
In cold lines
They celebrate the rites.
And souls try
To conjure a light.
And I stand outside
With unbelieving mind
But I’d like to stand in line
If the conjure were right.
And now it’s hard
To have you in my city
As I question the conjured lights.
Set apart
Here in my city
Do you come to remind?
Old eyes
A face with familiar lines.
So right
But distant as time
And political ties.
I can’t just go along
Much as I might want.
I know I’m different
But I don’t think I’m wrong.
And now it’s hard
To have you in my city
As I question the conjured lights.
Set apart
Here in the city
Do you come to remind?
Do you come to remind?
Do you come to remind?
If could make my peace with you
I could make my peace with all.
If I could make my peace with you
I could make my peace with all.
To each their only call.
To each their lonely call.
To each their only call.
To each their lonely call.
And now it’s hard
To have you in my city
As I question the conjured lights.
Set apart
But with you in my city
Could we conjure something right…