Baby come through

The future's bleak
and I am weak
soI can't speak
but only seek
to turn my thoughts to you
baby come through

The past is dead
no plans are laid
an empty head
I can only whet
the knife that cuts through to you
baby come through

the present's strange
come timely rain
until that change
my thoughts must range
upon the riddle of you
baby come through

          an angry voice
          a voice that's wet
          a voice that accuses
          my feelings long dead
          baby come through


1976.