BETWEEN THE WORLDS

Morning time and the fog is lifting - rising high
giving way to a sun that's burning in a clear blue sky
There's a crow in the highest treetop calling to me
It's a life of moments and the time is right for thee

It's a time when the season's changing
from winter to spring
And in the space between the worlds
You see what life can bring

There's a boy with a bike and football he's calling a friend
bringing back that grand illusion that childhood never ends
It's a matter of perspective which way you look
All the love that you gave away against all the love you took

There's a lady doing dishes calling my name
did you mail out all the bills and I slap my head in vain
See the girl who colors pictures I was intrigued
I forgot all about the stamps when she gave this to me

There's a man he's playing music guitar on his knee
got a habit of hiding what he doesn't want to see
Still he knows the depth of fortune that's come to be
suddenly I'm realizing that the man is me

Written by Michael Frazier © January 26, 1988