Tracy (Somedays)
Tracy´s lost the pieces
to the puzzle that she found
out among the misplaced packages
when garbage day came round
sometimes she goes collecting
when the busy day is through
doesn´t have to be quite perfect
doesn´t have to be so new
just a little bit of something
for the closet or the den
might just come to nothing
you never know, but then
some days she finds a little piece of kindness
some days there´s a whisper and a frown
some days she thinks we all just live in blindness
but one day she knows an (the) answer will be found
there was a story written
woven to a rhyme
sung in perfect harmonies
then given to mankind
the seed grows tall at harvest
is reaped by those who´ve sown
made to finest offerings
while the sun and moon look on
the gifts of all creation
the joys of daily bread
but somewhere past her waking
they´ve all but left her head
chr.
now, tracy holds the handle
on the bag with gabriel´s horn
she found it down off mercer street
with a flannel shirt that´s hardly worn
and there´s a place beside her night stand
on the collected works except one book
of some illustrious statesman
who turned out to be a crook
she´s got the hopes and fears of all the years
collecting dust until the day
when tracey finds the last piece missing
and turns this world back to it´s way
So
I just sat in the basement, up in Boston, and kicked out these little
tunes. Some are previously released on the other CDs, and there are a
bunch of new ones.
