The Sounds Of Bells

I was foolish enough

To expect a jingle in your eye

When I walked into the room

Instead I got the old

Bottle cry.

Let’s you agree to share my wallet

Garnished with a helping of lies

After all, that’s what makes

The world go ‘round, isn’t it?

Your world.

If my world had not been so long a desert

If I had not strayed so far

I might never have heard your false bells pealing.

Nor seen sweet water in the sands.

Now, go with my blessings

And not a curse

Because even you have taught me well

About loneliness, wavering lakes

And the sounds of windy bells…