Текст песни Ideas Are Like Stars - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Today
Joseph
is
sitting
alone,
with
occasional
nods
to
the
waitress
She
tops
off
his
cup
while
she's
snapping
her
gum,
Making
her
rounds
on
the
lunch
shift
Counting
out
coins,
he
leaves
them
arranged,
In
neat
lines
and
circles
and
arcs
She
just
stares
at
the
tip
that
spells
out
her
name
And
ideas
are
like
stars
And
yesterday
pedaling
down
4th
Avenue,
Between
the
stalls
and
the
bookshops
The
sepia
tones
of
a
lost
afternoon
cradled
a
curio
storefront
And
inside
the
air
was
thick
with
the
past,
As
the
dust
settled
onto
his
heart
And
here
for
a
moment
is
every
place
in
the
world
And
ideas
are
like
stars
They
fall
from
the
sky,
they
run
round
your
head
They
litter
your
sleep
as
they
beckon
They'd
teach
you
to
fly
without
wires
or
thread
They
promise
if
only
you'd
let
them
For
the
language
of
longing
never
had
words,
So
how
did
you
speak
from
your
heart
Yet
here
is
a
box
that
swears
it
has
heard
That
ideas
are
like
stars
Tonight
Joseph
stood
out
in
the
yard,
As
Debussy
played
from
the
kitchen
Celestial
companions
'til
mornings
first
lark,
Shone
overhead
and
he
listened
And
who
was
that
shadow
there
by
the
gate,
Who
was
that
there
standing
guard
It
was
only
loneliness,
and
loneliness
waits,
And
ideas
are
like
stars
Ideas
are
like
stars
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