| On The Fault Line |
| That little yellow house Old and tired it creaked so loud When the ground moved Standing on the fault line That room in back With the windowed wall Covered with shelves and plants Growing on the fault line The North light how it entered Striking the coleus sending leaves aglow As if they had their own internal light Shining on the fault line You used to paint in there Remember the sculpture we did From the shopping cart we found Laying on the fault line I remember rebuilding the motor For my bus inside the house So it could take me to you Driving on the fault line The little outside shower in back Where the gang would all rinse off After a long hot day of hard work Surfing on the fault line Then one day you were gone Without even a final goodbye I guess you didn't want me to see you Crying on the fault line The little house is gone now An ugly square generic condo Full of ugly square people Existing on the fault line I don't think it was any ones fault Just a love that came and went Now only a memory of two people Living on the fault line |
