Bowl of Oranges

The rain it started tapping On the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreaming So I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open Just my night stand and my dresser Where those nightmares had just been So I dressed myself and left then Out into the gray streets But everything seemed different, and completely new to me The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body And each person I encountered I couldn't wait to meet And I came upon a doctor Who appeared in quite poor health I said there's nothing that I can do for you, you can't do for yourself He said, "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that, that would help" So I sat with him awhile Then I asked him how he felt He said, I think I'm cured No, in fact, I'm sure of it Thank you, stranger For your therapeutic smile So, that's how I learned the lesson That everyone's alone And your eyes must do some raining If you're ever gonna grow And when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself It's best to compose a poem An honest verse of longing Or a simple song of hope That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry 'Cause now I've got your back And every time you feel like crying I'm gonna try and make you laugh And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad Then we'll wait for it to pass And I will keep you company for those days so long and black And we'll keep working on the problem We know we'll never solve Of love's uneven remainders Our lives are fractions of a whole But if the world could remain within a frame Like a painting on a wall Then I think we'd see the beauty then We'd stand staring in awe At our still lives posed Like a bowl of oranges Like a story told By the fault-lines and the soil Oh, oh, oh, oh