Mark Gothard: Music
Hear
(Mark Gothard)
A letter was sent, to me today
It said that I can no longer stay
It was written from no one, no one to be seen
I reached for my belt buckle and my jeans
Anita was sleeping on the bed
I touched long black hair on her head
I thought to wake her
I thought again
I stood up gently from the bed
I walked through the dark room and opened the door
Two dead butterflies lie on the floor
I reached to take them
And stopped again
I walked through the alley and started again
I walked through the alley, and started again
I live by a river up near the lake
I walk through the forests feel what my heart takes
I walk and listen
And I hear
When I look towards the ocean I see through my tears
When I look towards the ocean, I hear