#457 understanding cohen

i'm closer to understanding cohen

i've been the choir drunk

and moved to the second verse

my lyrics, open and cold

my voice, heartfelt and hopeless

i trade quantifiable quality and predictable popularity

for pot-scraped soul and life-tested reality

now i must place all my ribbons in a box

shovel rocky mountain dirt

wet with rain from above
wet with rain from within

and dog-paddle the moat to the castle

i've asked for too much and for not enough

i have tried, in my way, to make her feel free

now may she accept the castle key

now, now that i'm closer to understanding cohen