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wishes
i wish i was eighty and i wish i was eight
and i wish i could sail on a boat made of sand
i wish i could jump to that cloud with my sweetheart
and eat nectarines, peaches, and pie
i wish i could fly and i wish i could crash
and i wish i could wish things all new
i wish everytime a flower died a wish came true
and when a wish came true a flower grew
the world would be filled with flowers and wishes
how i wish i could wish that, don't you?
i wish i was eighteen and i wish i was not
and i wish i still loved baseball cards
i wish for a mountain with waves like the sea
and wish everyones wishes were free
i wish i could see my grandma once more
and the grandfather i never knew
i wish i'd been there when adam met eve
and i wish i'd known jezebel too
i wish i could sing alone in a field,
that you heard me and I heard you
while someplace else everyone sang,
i'd sing every song that i knew
if i were king david things would be different
his wishes were different than mine
if i had three wishes i'd give them away
and keep wishing my wishes came true
i wish everytime a flower died a wish came true
and oh how i wish wishflowers grew
i wish next year on spring's first day
i could take the world with me
to an ice cream store run by angels in heaven
it would all be too good to be true
we'd go three at a time, no one would mind waiting,
now that would be something quite new!
i'd start with the children, end with the parents
the flavors would be so divine
like heavenly hash or astral vanilla
would chocolately chocolate fudge do?
i wish i was in new york right now
or lying in kentucky's grass
just drop me off in toledo, ohio
i think i'd like tupelo, too
with so many places i've never been to
maybe these wishes seem dumb
for sure i could get there without much wishing
if i stood still and stuck out my thumb
with so many wishes i sometimes get wistful
that's something that wishing will do
i wish i saw joy on the faces of strangers,
just laughter would be a good start
i wish i could show them the joy that i have
that's hidden someplace in my heart
i wish for a blender that mixed up my love
with the rage I feel in my gut
let's put the mix in a pan in the oven
for forty five minutes on bake
when it comes out we'll let it cool down,
have a slice of a raging love cake
let's mix it and bake it and mix it and bake it
until everything seems to be love
if wishes were flowers and flowers were wishes
for me three wishflowers would do
i'd keep the rose and water the violet
the chrysanthemum i'd give to you
the roses are red, the violets are blue,
but chrysanthemums always come true
-d
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