She's Not Tangible

She has red hair growing ‘round her ears and everywhere
He lives alone trying to find a house to call his home

It came in a dream, went unseen for what it’s worth…
Alone…and to dream again….

She dyes her hair making sure the roots are dark and true
He paints the spare room hoping that a coat will change his view

They met in a dream, went unseen for all it’s worth
Alone…and to dream again…

I like the many faces that you’ve made for me
I’ll wear them out in stride and hide among the weeds
But I’m not blending in
And she’s not tangible
And the masks aren’t covering
All the doubts I’m fathering for you…

She has red hair growing ‘round her ears and everywhere
He lives alone trying to find a house to call his home

They met in a dream, went unseen for what it’s worth…
Alone…and to dream again….