Draper

From the eastern seaboard to the western shore
Past the graceless churches, across each slatted floor
There are no fruitless searches, there are no faceless poor
Everything that matters says there’s so much more

And I am just a draper ina room of wool
Looking for a pattern feeling like a fool
Trying to take this fabric, stretch it to the seams
Trying to find what’s woven
Underneath these tailored dreams

Well if heaven is the reason and dying is the door
What keeps us all from leaving? what is this drama for?
And why dosen’t St. Peter just open up the gate?
Are we stranded at the station?
Or is the train just running late?

And I am just a draper in a room of wool
Looking for a pattern feeling like a fool
Trying to take this fabric, stretch it to the seams
Trying to find what’s woven
Underneath these tailored dreams

I don’t believe that I’m a cynic, I don’t believe I don’t believe
I don’t believe that any slogan will bring anyone relief
I just believe that I am moving toward learning how to fly
I just believe that life is more than rehearsing how to die

And I am just a draper ina room of wool
Looking for a pattern feeling like a fool
Trying to take this fabric, stretch it to the seams
Trying to find what’s woven
Underneath these tailored dreams