white strings

Somewhere in the Balkans
In the land of roses
In a small town by a river
I was lying on thousand suns
Wearing all white
Writing all kinds of poems with grampa
Dandelions in our hair
Gramma's singing over there
And sweet is the air
Simpler times, just me on my bike
Daydreaming about skylarks
Hidden in the soft breeze
Within melodies of spring
Elderflowers and chamomile
Apricot orchards and fresh linen scent
Brings the garden of Eden
Take a deep breath, listen
It's almost heaven

But sometimes I sit on the balcony
Watching the other kids play
High above the trees
Wondering why am I like this
Why do I do this
Why is happiness fragile
And my thoughts racing so fast
I know what only the birds know
Hovering barefoot over the meadow
Like a golden Orpheus
All white and glorious
The little prince following the cloud of real dreams
So I just keep playing on my white strings

From the early seventies
To the land of freedom
To a southern roadhouse diner
Down, I'm a waiter every night
Wearing all black
Runnin' nonstop between shifts and lectures
Serving tables of twelve
Cut myself while thinking of you
And it's true
How should I tell you 'bout those things
I think you know the same secrets as I do
You know me more than I do
So how could I hide and where could I go
Can you see me, I'm invisible
Only you make sense in all of this

But someday I'll fly away on a paper plane
No more living in vain
No more looking away
I always say things in a way
Not to give anything away
'Cause I'm afraid to look at you
As if I'll see the face of God
I know nothing, can't you see
When you touched me, time stood still
Like the Golden Record
My spirit echoes like a melody
Beautifully written odyssey
However, words never came easy to me
So I just kept playing on my white strings

I remember listening to the radio
Lying out on bluegrass
When they said to get inside
Then I turned on the television
To see what's going on
And they said to stay inside
Everything's fine
But I can see the air dancin'
Oh I can see it glowin'
Playing in the haze
Swaying with the blaze
There's something in the wind
It's blowing into the atmosphere
Late April kissed a cloud of radiation
Over the whole creation
On this small pale blue dot
Voyager one
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

You can come with me
If you want to dance with the wind
And I'll show ya how to be free
Forever wild with me
And you can show me what it's like
To be loved by you
Oh just show me how does it feel
How does it feel
To be loved