Miss You, Nikolai

RAINING IN BALTIMORE: By The Counting Crows

The circus is falling down on its knees

Big top is crumbling down

Its raining in Baltimore, fifty miles east

Where you should be, noones around

I need a phone call

I need a rain coat

I need a big love

I need a phone call

These train conversations are passing me by

And I dont have nothing to say

You get what you pay for

But I just had no intention of living this way

I need a phone call

I need a plane ride

I need a sun burn

I need a rain coat

And I get no answers, and I dont get no change

Its raining in Baltimore baby, but everything else is the same

Thers things I'll remember, and things I'll forget

I miss you, I guess that I should

Three thousand, five hundred miles away, but what would you change if you could?

I need a phone call

Maybe I should buy a new car

I can always hear a freight traing baby if I listen real hard

And I wish it was a small world

Cause I'm lonely for teh big towns

I'd like to hear a little guitar

I guess its time to put the top down

I need a phone call

I need a rain coat

I really need a rain coat

Anticipation

my days are spent in alternating immersion of fire and water. the fire fuels my anger and my sadness. my anger is shaped like a man. my sadness is shaped like two men. the water cleanses me, that ephemeral world of silence and noise. i pour my anger and my sadness out of me, into the water. out through my lungs. i breathe in the silence, the noise, until i am full of silence and noise instead of anger and sadness. i continue to let the water wash over me, stripping me to my elements so that when i am before the fire i will feel less pain. and when the day is through and i lay my head to rest i try and remember that my happiness is shaped like many things, and i listen to the silence, the noise in my mind. the silence, the noise, of my hiding joy, and i wake in the morning and wait for the day when one of the keystones of my happiness will walk back into my life and the sadness that is shaped like two men will become sadness shaped like one man and then will be forgotten as i embrace the happiness shaped like one man, shaped like myself.