This song is from 1968, and I've listened and sung along to it hundreds of times in the last 50 years. Somehow, just today, I read the lyrics.
Something new everyday in spite of myself.
I've been thinking lately that maybe I've been going too fast and I've missed some stuff over the years. I am becoming more aware of the gaps and cracks in both my memories and beliefs. I don't think I've spent enough on maintenance, and am super aware that maybe I wasn't paying attention to much of anything. Or, maybe it's just that I have more free time to Spackle shit now.
"In the white room with black curtains near the station
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves"