Bowl Of Oranges

The rain it started tapping
 On the window near my bed
 There was a loophole in my dreaming
 So I got out of it
 And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
 Just my night stand and my dresser
 Where those nightmares had just been
 So I dressed myself and left then
 Out into the gray streets
 But everything seemed different, and completely new to me
 The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
 And each person I encountered
 I couldn't wait to meet
 And I came upon a doctor
 Who appeared in quite poor health
 I said there's nothing that I can do for you, you can't do for yourself
 He said, "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that, that would help"
 So I sat with him awhile
 Then I asked him how he felt
 He said, I think I'm cured
 No, in fact, I'm sure of it
 Thank you, stranger
 For your therapeutic smile
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 So, that's how I learned the lesson
 That everyone's alone
 And your eyes must do some raining
 If you're ever gonna grow
 And when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
 It's best to compose a poem
 An honest verse of longing
 Or a simple song of hope
 That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry
 'Cause now I've got your back
 And every time you feel like crying
 I'm gonna try and make you laugh
 And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad
 Then we'll wait for it to pass
 And I will keep you company for those days so long and black
 And we'll keep working on the problem
 We know we'll never solve
 Of love's uneven remainders
 Our lives are fractions of a whole
 But if the world could remain within a frame
 Like a painting on a wall
 Then I think we'd see the beauty then
 We'd stand staring in awe
 At our still lives posed
 Like a bowl of oranges
 Like a story told
 By the fault-lines and the soil
 Oh, oh, oh, oh