Conceived and reared in New York, domesticated in Southern California. Physician, musician, husband, father and generalized procrastinator, not necessarily in t
got a call from california
from a new york number
but i didn't dare to answer
i was busy with the rain
there's safety in a damsel
there's sugar in my tea
there's traffic in a pencil
and flowers corner me
you take too much
you fall into yourself
before too long the song will end
and you'll be left to your bitter end
took a walk through central park
with a circus in my head
i've learned to play a decent fool
and i look too far ahead
i saw a black girl climb a tree
on a hill above the dust bowl
she tumbled in the world
what a lucky girl
you didn't know me when i lied to save my soul
i remember me when everything was still a dream i owned
i know we never change
i know we never die
we only rearrange
in pieces in the sky
there's safety in a damsel...
