Just Turning Gray


What you see is a baby
That is frightened by the world
And what you sense is a shadow
That ain't wanted by the world
What you see is their backsides
As they're heading out to breathe
What you hear is a wailing
A haunting cry of "come back to me"

   And I will be here tomorrow
   Like I am here today
   And I'll see you in the light of a silvery moon
   Just turning gray
   Oooh-ay

What you hold in your fist now
The fragile piece of liberty
Newly cut, pressed and folded
The colors run, you know they bleed
The quiet weight of the ages
A ticking clock down upon your knees
What you feel is the motion
And the pull of eternity

   And I will be here tomorrow
   Like I am here today
   And I'll see you in the light of a silvery moon
   Just turning gray
   Just turning gray

      You're crawling under the wall now
      Moving on before you fall (now)
      The sunshine on that hillside
      You know that's where you'll always find me
      I had to travel on...

   But I'll be here tomorrow
   Like I am here today
   And I'll see you in the light of a silvery moon
   Just turning grey
   Just turning grey
©Mike Runion, 2001
11/20/01