White Room

Forty years later I’m floating like paper

I’m nowhere close to anywhere I knew

Forty years later time has much less weight

And I’m lighter than a snowflake in the blue

It’s not such a long way to go

From here to the places I know

Now that I’m all at ease, cool as the summer trees

Now that I’m holding on to none

Now that I think of you in colors white and blue

Now that the healing has begun

Now that I’m almost at home

Now that I’m not so alone

I will not look for you, I will not cook for you

I will not even understand

I will not be aware if you were ever there

Or if I ever held your hand

Hold me once more in your arms

Hold me once more in your arms

We’ll keep in touch for a while

We’ll keep in touch for a while