Top of the Stairs


You were righting a wrong, I was writing a song,
Wormholes closing as I was composing               
I was watching you talk, reconciling your walk
Warm souls frozen and forces opposing,        
Trying to make sense of you; something that I couldn’t do           
There ain’t no there there at the top of the stairs.

How your things came and went, you rarely said what you meant
Just another session ‘round the dining room table.
I didn’t mean to deride, I just couldn’t decide
Whether you believe your own fables.
Trying to make sense of you; something that I couldn’t do
There ain’t no there there at the top of the stairs.
   
We could never even play we were together,           
No matter how we tried, you brushed it all aside,       
Every breath was like a day with different weather           
A roller coaster ride, two bodies that collide.

Now we’re left with the void, what’s built is quickly destroyed
Hollow talk, shifting sand and shallow water
Everything in its place, everything at its pace
Let it all revert to its natural order.
Trying to make sense of you; something that I couldn’t do
There ain’t no there there at the top of the stairs.




(c) Scott Calamar

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