Oct.27.92

 
I got so sick of Politics and hiding from it
I needed someone to help me pull my head from the sand
there's an important treasure called escapism
hidden behind the face value of desire
 
If I were hungry at the time you would have been a feast
If I were tired at the time you would have given me sleep
If I were lonely at the time you would have been a friend
I needed a hero at the time you could have been anything in my mind
 
No matter how tight my collar the cold wind blew down my neck
I knew the icy rain fell ten thousand feet to land on me
but the wood stove was burning and the roof was strong
we were in a quilt in a cabin in a dream I had
 
If I were lost at the time you would have been a map
If I were sick at the time you would have been chicken soup
If I were troubled at the time you would have been an answer
I needed a hero at the time you could have been anything in my mind
 
 

 
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