I shout a song unheard before
I demand a mirror a window and a door
and I rise above every challenge
I stand steady a mystery like Stonehenge
the wind blows and the cats meow
I never meant to take that journey anyhow
I wonder how the day got so late
filling a blank book cleaning off the slate
East of the sun west of the Father
I never knew a muse would be so much bother
So hard to feed so hard to care about
So hard to illuminate the shadow of a doubt
I wrote a song unheard of before
about a blank book, a circle on the floor
is it a mystery like the Mary Celeste
Will it stand unsolved or topple like the rest
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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