Meditation in the Evening

Oh, Columbia Oh, Columbia She traced her finger Along the lines on my palm For yesterday The old picture was embalmed But I pulled away Faster than a wound watch Because she told me what to say And when to stop Could I ever saunter Through a forest of dreaded steps? Only in dreams The familiar place we met I reached toward the blue sky But I caught hold of the mountains I looked toward the stars But I'm wonderin' where you are If you find me on my knees You might want to ask Are you a prisoner to the trees Or are you taking off the mask?' I wanna do it myself Put a line in the sand And if Columbia comes She won't tell me where to stand Could I ever saunter Through a forest of dreaded steps? Only in dreams The familiar place we met And when we return We'll bring the cornucopia So many candles to burn Burn away that shameful dystopia I reached toward the stars But I caught hold of the blue sky I'm still wonderin' where you are 'Cause I haven't the chance to make it that far yet