The Wedge

The get the feeling now and then
What you don’t understand you throw away
You so easily do it all again
Never listen to a word I try to say

And I hear the tender voices, crying for the day

And by the way, if your thinking of leaving
Please remember this before you go
In these eyes there is grieving, what a legacy if tears all you know

And I feel the quiet stillness since you let the beauty flow
Since you let thе anger go

And we dance closе to the precipice, hanging right over the edge
There’s no balance or sense to this if your chopping wood just to make a wedge

The get the feeling now and then
What you don’t understand you throw away
You so easily do it all again
Never listen to a word I try to say