Rooms by Jim Caroll

By jim carroll and steve linsley

You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If i could keep that shadow,
I could live forever in these

Rooms, the rooms inside my dreams . . .
And dreams have kept me in these rooms

I've never seen her face
But i've memorized each sound . . .
The way the wind m eets grace
When its shadows pull her gown

But i could never hear the whispers,
Voices cannot reach my room

I live inside my dreams, and dreams
Have locked me in these rooms

I have no sense of time,
Or even night and day. i left my body
Somewhere, somehow it
Just got in the way

I guess i always knew
These rooms would all lead back to you