Ice Grows on the Water

©1975 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on The Gates of Love

There is not another, walking God's green earth
Who can save my soul, who feels what it is worth
A joke is not a reason, and the fire's not the rule
It's anyone's decision, it's not hard to be a fool

There's a special kind of sorrow, and a special kind of moan
For those that live together, but choose to cry alone
Please get off your barstool, come with me to the car
If you walk to your own heartbeat, you can walk anywhere

There's good in being a baby, and good in being young,
And good in being a child, but no good remaining one
Someone told me of a campfire, where all the kids got burned
But the things I know that scare me the most are the things I never learned

See the frost on the window, how it curves along the frame
And the snow blows through the alleys, and people do the same
And the ice grows on the water, and the tear grows in my eye
When winter comes, and the madman runs, and things begin to die

And when I wake in the morning, I can't believe the rage
That tangles in my shoulders, and freezes every page
And I stare from twisted anger, through an ice-cold madman's face
Someone died in the dark last night, in a God-forsaken place