It was a Good Start...

The one with the burdon of intuition.
The one with the freedom of a blank stare.
The one with the best friend you lost,You wish was still there.
The one with the dust on that old piano.
The one with the strings on your new guitar.
The one with the wind through the open window,You are.

It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.
It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself,
And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.

The one with the echos of conversation.
The one with the strangers you overheard.
The one with the lesson that was the best one you learned.
It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.
It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself,
And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.

It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
You fell down, case and point.
It was a good start.
It was a good start.

Maria Taylor