moses

diamonds, roses, i need moses to cross this sea of lonelines, part this red river of pain.
i don't neccessarily need any key to the future or happiness, but i need a little place in the sun sometimes or i think i will die.
and everywhere is somewhere, but nowhere is here.
everybody's got somebody with their wine and their beer.
and i'm just this tragic figure in the corner over here, with an empty apartment and a best friend who is queer.
and everytime i see him he smiles and he tells me how well he's walking these miles, but he never ever asks a single thing about me.
if i'd die he'd here about it eventually.
diamonds, roses, i need moses to part this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain.

thanks, patty griffin. though it's a bit hard on ch (who does care, and asks) and doesn't mention my unbearable mother.