Lyrics Keeps Coming Back - Manual

Kinda Blue

Imagine the home of a person known
Imagine the face of a voice on the phone
The face flows through the river's mind
But the real face is a different kind.

A name in text brings up a face
A house in mind embodies a place
The house unknown can never be known
Only replaced and windward thrown.

Through miles of blue and jazzy zest
Through ether's heart and scraggy nest
They did exist but never stood
On concrete ground or touching wood.

Just like an undelivered text
The face and house will never rest
Like ghosts they haunt the troubled mind
And taunt the life they cannot find.

R Mc M