wish i had the words to tell you how i feel
but its the story of my life
words come late

now i’m waiting for a train
to take me across the border
into another state

and its like you told me on the balcony
late last night
when you see the moon remember
i see it too

there’s a million stars in the sky tonight
people are out walking late
there’s a restless spirit calls to me
i can hear it rumbling down the track

when you get home from school tomorrow
i’ll be someone you knew a while
a traveller whose memories watch the moon
from a balcony in some other town
some other country
some other continent

who says love must stick around
who says it cannot wander
from one moonlit night into the next
a thousand miles
an ocean or a hemisphere
who says love must stay in one place
its no prisoner

you’re sleeping now
i’ve taken a bath
and have the music soft and low
i’m sad to leave you
but i know i have to go

and when i’m finally moving
i’ll leave you where you are
beneath the glowing moon
somewhere in this world

and if i was really free
if i could do what ever i wanted
i’d love a thousand women
just like you
then i’d love a thousand more
who were totally different

i’d love them truly
i’d love them until death
in every town and city
on every mountain and beach
all around the world
as long as they'd promise to remember

when you see the moon
i see it too

somewhere deep inside of me
i hear voices in the night
they’re tellin' me which path to take
i can’t hear them in this racket

traffic screeching
industrial grinding
tv
they’re even on the telephone
asking me what i’m eating

somewhere deep inside of me
i hear voices in the night
what they say is quite important
but i can’t hear their words

popophilia
disgraced song lyrics
mechanical drummers
and a trembling bass line
that won’t go away
shakes me to my meaning
leaves me screaming

somewhere deep inside of me
i hear voices in the night
their concerns seem quite urgent
wish i understood the language

childhood conditioning
and its aftershocks
filled my head with voices long ago
the noise is still unbending
all the pounding
and the feedback
all the whining
and that quiet sound
of bleeding

somewhere deep inside of me
i hear voices in the night

psychedelic interlude

2006 By Will Webster

step into the shoes of a kid in southern Lebanon
Iraq or Afghanistan

see the multi-coloured streamers in the sky
the spilled pallette of rich red blood
the entrails of some woman's belly
poured out on the broken ground

take a detour from the way its always been
you won't come back the same