Red, I see red, pushing out of my bed.
Alarm clock screams in the middle of my dreams.
I take a breath, avoid our death.
I get out of bed and struggle with the daylight.
I am waking up. I am finding hope.
I am pushing off. I am letting go.
Stated clearly I'm not giving up.
I may fall down. I may make mistakes,
But at least I'm finding a new state.
I sit in a chair. Why should I care.
Isn't it better if I let it go away.
I read the paper and I close my eyes.
It doesn't disappear. Well I just realized that
The bars in my windows, I've called them friends.
I've been in pain, and I've made amends.
So look out your window. What is it you really see?
People hiding? Does that really make them free, now?
Alaska, Alaska, at last.
is copyright © 1989 John Perry, Chris Morse, Ross Elbling, and Liberal
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