Richard Bryant

Still, the night is black there's

Not a star that's worth its shine

Still, I'm leaning back here

Eating rhythm, sucking time

To my heart beating out sweet tattoos

On the thin skin of my soul

On the near side of the blues

Still, I pound the dents out

Of all the dreams that crash tonight

Still, I might make sense out

Of what went wrong, what didn't go right

And I might get the reason why the sun should rise so

Fast on those who wait to have some

Star fall in their eyes

Still I wave my hammer

To those who wait, who come, who go

Still I might not stammer

On words of love if I speak low

And now the dawn is filling up with birds so high and

Black the sun can't shine its way

Across the feathered sky