Don Conoscenti

you can hold back the truth.
beat it down with blind ambition
what you fear can be removed,
but not your suspicion you forget who you are
forget why you came you never stare out at the stars
or hear your own name...whispered.

there are no shoulders on this highway
and the bridges are all narrow
they freeze before the road,
you better take 'em slow
there's a stream so cold and cheerful
and the tide rolls in so tight sometimes
i can hear the grasses moving.
i can hear my name whispered
whispered by the wind.
whispered by the moon.