Araby

 

 

Talking to you is like talking to a mirror

Perhaps you were just what I wanted to see

Talking to you is like talking to a mirror

Perhaps the one I should be talking to is me

 

X equaled Y equaled X equaled Z

The blackboard's full of scribbles, it makes no sense

X equaled Y equaled X equaled Z

Perhaps I'll just pick up the chalk and throw it over the fence

 

The lights go out in Araby, it's time to go home

I thought I came with someone but maybe not

The lights go out in Araby, and alone I'll go home

But even home has moved to a different lot

 

© 2001 Gregor Everitt