From the recording Balboa Park
Joe Pizzulo: Backing Vocal
You wander through the dusty memories,
Passed the broken statues
Of all the men you tried so hard to love.
And you kick the ruined fragments
Of a shattered heart thats lying
On the cobblestones
While rain clouds form above.
Will you ever see that shaft of sun
That stands just like a pillar
As it tries to thrust its way into the sea.
There's no reality any starker;
Darkness any darker;
Than the blind girl who insists
That she can see.
Is your garden overgrowing with
The tangled vines and chocking weeds
That took the place of flowers long ago.
And do you stare at all the emptiness
That fills the old gazebo
Where candlelight and laughter used to flow.
Will you ever hear the silence;
Feel the warm communication
Of a tender touch that used to set you free.
There's no reality any starker;
Darkness any darker;
Than the blind girl who insists
That she can see.
You played the game to conclusion.
You played your cards as they lay.
A man loved you with all honesty.
But you let your own false pride
Send him away.
Oh, you find some words of love carved
Upon the living canvas of a solemn tree
That's standing near the path.
But those symbols lose their meaning
As the tree has lost its crowning leaves
In courtesy of lost loves aftermath.
Will you ever rise above
This lonely garden party
Or the part of you that's
Carved into that tree.
There's no reality any starker;
Darkness any darker;
Than the blind girl who insists
That she can see.
There's no reality any starker;
Darkness any darker;
Than the blind girl who insists
That she can see.
There's no reality any starker;
Darkness any darker;
Than the blind girl who insists
That she can see.
