The Book of Hours
Rest Your Weary Head (2003)
Don't try to write me in your book of hours
If I could be there then I'd be there
Don't fill the blanks in and circle my name
Or try to build illusions around me
As you sit at your table
You count out the days
In your book mark the hours
You can't control time
The same scene in mind
Leave your room in time
Don't try to write me in your book of hours
On the lost evenings when you are alone
A chair by the window the lamp burning bright
A gallery of pictures that color your mind
With your pen on the paper
You count out the days
As your hands turn the pages
You can't control time
The same scene in mind
Leave that book behind
Don't try to write me in your book of hours
If I could be there then I'd be there
Don't fill the blanks in and circle my name
Or try to build illusions.
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