Post by Andrea on Dec 5, 2006 23:17:52 GMT -5
I need to get out—soon.
Too many cows,
Way too much cheese.
Need to get out of Wisconsin,
and in from the bitter cold that makes tears run down my face,
I swear it’s the cold. I’m not crying.
The cows can’t make me cry.
I don’t cry for cows.
If I cry,
It is for my soul,
Which is freezing in this bitter cold.
Tears run down my face
So I try to look at the ground,
Away from the nameless faces that trudge
From one red brick building to the next.
Oh no, that’s much worse.
I look at the faces again.
So many faces,
I’ll never know.
I’ll never meet them all,
I’ll never meet most of them.
Because I’ve forgotten how to talk
To faces,
I’ve spent far too long talking to cows
Cows don’t make me cry,
It’s the nameless faces
I’ll never meet,
I’ve forgotten how to talk to faces,
Instead I don’t speak at all,
And if I do I speak softly,
To the cows.
Because cows never laugh,
Or frown,
Or forget to mention they have a girlfriend,
Cows are simple,
Predictable.
Faces, now…
Faces are complicated.
And I’ve forgotten how to talk to them.
And so I wander,
From red brick building to
Red brick building,
Tears running down my face,
Swearing it’s the cold.
Too many cows,
Way too much cheese.
Need to get out of Wisconsin,
and in from the bitter cold that makes tears run down my face,
I swear it’s the cold. I’m not crying.
The cows can’t make me cry.
I don’t cry for cows.
If I cry,
It is for my soul,
Which is freezing in this bitter cold.
Tears run down my face
So I try to look at the ground,
Away from the nameless faces that trudge
From one red brick building to the next.
Oh no, that’s much worse.
I look at the faces again.
So many faces,
I’ll never know.
I’ll never meet them all,
I’ll never meet most of them.
Because I’ve forgotten how to talk
To faces,
I’ve spent far too long talking to cows
Cows don’t make me cry,
It’s the nameless faces
I’ll never meet,
I’ve forgotten how to talk to faces,
Instead I don’t speak at all,
And if I do I speak softly,
To the cows.
Because cows never laugh,
Or frown,
Or forget to mention they have a girlfriend,
Cows are simple,
Predictable.
Faces, now…
Faces are complicated.
And I’ve forgotten how to talk to them.
And so I wander,
From red brick building to
Red brick building,
Tears running down my face,
Swearing it’s the cold.
