Rusted Pipe

(album: Days Of Open Hand - 1990)

Now the time has come to speak
I was not able
And water through a rusted pipe
Could make the sense that I do
Gurgle and mutter
Hiss and stutter
Moan the words like water
Rush and foam and choke
Having waited
This long of a winter
I find I only
Croak and sigh

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin

Now the time has come to move
I was not able
Water through a rusted pipe
Could make the moves that I do
Stagger and stumble
Trip and fumble
Creep along and trickle
Freeze and cough and grip
Having waited
This long of a winter
I fear I only
Slip and slide

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin

Gurgle and mutter
Hiss and stutter
Moan the words like water
Rush and foam and choke
Having waited
This long of a winter
I fear I only
Croak and sigh

Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within
Hear the creak that lets the tale begin