Waiting For a Spark
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
I taught the belly-surfer how to belly-surf
I skinned my knees on artificial turf
Sometimes I miss sitting in the dark
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a spark
I taught the jellyfish how to go on bread
I showed the corpse how to play dead
Sometimes I miss walking through the dark
Two eyes open
Waiting for a spark
I was alive in 1893
I had ideas that were stolen from me
Sometimes I miss when everything was dark
Creeping through the shadows
Waiting for a spark
I demonstrated how to duck and run
When I pinched your Dad and he pulled out a gun
I surely miss talking in the dark
Bathing in the moonlight
Waiting for a spark
There is a house down in New Orleans
You can go there if you give up on your dreams
Sometimes I miss kissing in the dark
Looking for an answer
Waiting for a spark
Copyright 2008 Joe Dickinson