Writing Poems

Lyrics

[Intro] It's like the air from the wing of a bee that flew past right next to my eye A poem only barely says the thing halfway [Verse 1] I wake up early but the sunrise stays outside Interior walls stretching in reflected light [Verse 2] I write ideas down in pencil, I barely press the page For every bone in the museum a million more have blown away [Verse 3] That's all I keep trying to say That the sun, burning there Will burn away In finite space [Chorus] But a poem only barely says the thing halfway [Break] Making poems is dripping Not straining toward some masterpiece A day is followed by another day There's a procession of new sounds always passing through Metal garbage truck shear Hammers upstairs Dove coo [Chorus] And if masterpiece arises made of all this that the sky includes A poem only barely says the thing halfway