Conversations - Good Harvest

I went up on the hillside

To see how far the earth could reach

I took a moment

Took a breath in the afternoon breeze

There was a man beside me

In a suit and polished shoes

He pointed to the skies an said

The heavens are yours to find if that is what you choose

And I kept thinking — oh no, no, no

If you want the heavens

Then by all means

But your heaven makes me, oh so blind

And it’s not meant for me

Hanging out in the living room

Of one of my friends friends

So full of lively conversation

And a sense of this greedy intelligence

In a corner of the room I sat me down

Just to listen for a while

Your points were missed, and his misheard

And your breathing grew heavier with every word

And I kept thinking — oh no no no

If you want to keep arguing, well then feel free

But you don’t listen, no, to anything at all

And I know it’s not for me

Wandering around with my small town blues

I guess I’m only waiting

Wondering when I will be let loose

And when the stars will come and change me

Break me, shape me over into

Guess I’ll just keep on keeping on

And while time is running

I’ll be dancing, dancing on

To the rhythm that I choose

Dancing to my blues

And I keep thinking — oh no, oh no, no

There is no use in thinking anymore

But if you want to then feel free

I’ll just be dancing

Dancing to my blues

To my blues