Statues

It was a little past noon
And the birds were all flying to wherever birds fly to
I glanced at the timepiece I held in my hand
As a marching band walked down the street
It was two minutes past noon
And the park was empty
So I sat for hours and watched as
The squirrels worked in their tree

It was a little past five
Our shirts polyester and Tyler came over
All the librarians left for wherever
Librarians go when they leave work
The sun was low in the sky
But the park was empty
So we sat for hours and watched as
The leaves danced in the air

How the hours pass by
The shadow of the statues carved into a daydream
A place where sun and moon and stars can never shake me
Till the end of time

Step back from the mirror, the image is clearer
When the warmth from your breath doesn't fog up the view
Up in the tower, the depths of nostalgia
The wind and the meadows, the rain and the dew
Farther and farther, the edges get darker
The sun's golden rays focus bright where you choose
Saved from the action, the present distraction
Prevents you from holding a moment to lose

It was a little past noon
And the birds were all flying to wherever birds fly to
I said in a voice that was carved out of stone
There is no place that I'd rather be