The Book

Step inside my dear
If you really want to know
You know me through and through
Through and through the ages that we go
Into the brightest awning
Look out on the long horizon
Then turn around and dig into the cellar
Into the cellar ever dark

Upon my bookshelf lies a leather-bound
A tome of ages
Open it up, and flip about
And land upon the center pages
That's the place you'll find me right about now
You're there too
Mixing nouns and verbs and adjectives
On a canvas halfway through

So from where you are
Turn it back
Turn it back
Turn it back like ten or twelve pages
Ten or twelve ages ago, my rage
My rage it was contagious
I think you didn't know me then
At least not who I became
I wouldn't recognize me either
Some guy with the same name

A ring, a ring, a phone is singing at me
What's that you say? Yeah, It's archaic
A conundrum, I found myself in
Oh, what a predicament
A young woman, manipulation
By crying, and lying... and dying
For all I know
Because the truth was not within my reach

I think you wouldn't know me then
I wouldn't recognize me either
Some guy with the same name