How can a sweep these words into a cluster
Put them in a pile like feathers on the floor
Voyages and sea forests..deep blue and rusty
Sew ém in a satchel, `n leave ém at your door
People lives, people lives, they fascinate me
All my life, all my life I wanted to understand

There´s a man on the corner with the moon in his eyes
He just comes here to visit and he wears a disguise
Wonder if he´s looking for friends or for the truth
I think he´s calling for some in that telephone booth

And the smiling woman answers, she defeats fear with her eyes
She thinks life´s fine so of course I think she´s wise
And my heart wants to give her a gift that´s so grand
That it will speak for me and say just where I stand

I stand on a pillar, i´ts melting like ice
Of years that I´ve lived and some I´ve lived twice
And I have all these feathers and leaves on my floor
That I don´t want just blowing around lose anymore

I feel a need to gather, to rummage and fetch
To shake out my life and give it a stretch
To bring shells to the surface and give them to you
Gifts from the sea floor, rusty and blue

These two lives hold my attention quiete well
You see lives almost never run parallel
Like the boards in the flooring all deep grained and worn
Fated and fitted long before we were born

People lives, people lives, they fascinate me
All my life, all my life I wanted to understand