Kevin Browne: Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

They appear like a vapor or mist at your doorstep
Shrouded in silence, so young and so inept
And they’ll crash through your walls like wild horses
And bury you under their feet
Then they’ll share all their dreams in a moment’s notice
And carry you across the street

And somehow it’s sustaining
But I know I’ll be remaining
With these tears my eye’s containing
While my memory is fading
Tonight it’s in my heart

And like wheels on the pavement they just keep turning
Bombard you with questions cause their minds are still learning
And they’ll crash through your heart like the boy with the arrows
Or the tree that lies broken and hewn
Then they’ll heal up your scars with their smiles and their dalliance
And carry you past the moon
(chorus)
And few will ever darken your door again
Or send you words by paper written with pen
Cause life’s routine and reality kicks in
When they grow older, will they call you friend?