Rusty And Blue

How can I sweep these words into a cluster Put 'em in a pile like feathers on your floor Voyages and sea forests deep blue and rusty Sew 'em in a satchel 'n leave 'em at your door People's lives, people's whose lives They fascinate me All my life, all my life I've wanted to understand There's a man on the corner he's got the moon in his eyes He just comes here to visit and he wears a disguise And I wonder if he's looking for friends or for 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 I think she's wise And my heart wants to give her a gift so grand That it will speak for me and tell her just where I stand And I stand on a pillar and it's 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 loose anymore And 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, give 'em to you Gifts from the sea floor rusty and blue Now these two lives hold my attention quite 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's lives, people's whose lives They fascinate me All my life, all my life I've wanted to understand Understand