You’re his un-weeping willow
He’s your crumbling Gibraltar
You both stare out the window as your words begin to falter
The only other answer
When your feelings bruise too much
Save your words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch.
He’s your hoping for the future
You’re his past and all his dreaming.
You both cut and patch and suture
With your ploying and his scheming.
But the only honest answer
When your hate becomes a crutch
Save your words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch.
Like a wild man from the forest
From a vine he’s always hanging
Dancing circles round your questions
Leaves the bells inside you clanging.
Being civilized you answer
Climbing uphill with no clutch
Save the words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch…
Save the words for rainy days
And cure each other with a touch…
Words & Music by Brad Riesau
©1984 Brad Riesau / v32unes
original 4-track version released on BRAD RIESAU - v32unes
rtRECORDS v32-001 (cassette only) / released 12/25/84
From original liner notes: Another of those “I-think-I-feel-a-song-coming-on” songs. Written on a rainy night, mid-1984, in Boothwyn, PA.
From original liner notes: Another of those “I-think-I-feel-a-song-coming-on” songs. Written on a rainy night, mid-1984, in Boothwyn, PA.
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