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
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 ©Jan 26, 1988