sunday

hey friend,can you still see me?
would you like to come with me?
you know,i feel so sorry..this is your friend,Rorie.
I wonder where we are,..right now,right here...
we seem to be so farright there and then...
it was meticulousfor us ,for we
came out from our own blues
i ve waited for you last night
why didn't you show up?
i stayed awake all out
didn't know what that all about
grew out and tired for waiting
for least,you never came
did put a baracade to guard you
from your route through all the shame
waited for the days and suns to watch me
as i walk and hear your voice
glanced for each steps and each reflections
hoped somehow,it was your noise
leaned forward to side and back
wished to catch you with your shadow
still grew tired and stiff and weary
while waitin' for that fancy arrow.