Live Again
Introspection and still the
music's coming
I could love the sound of
silence - all around.
Get my head together
with all the ominous
thoughts and still the
music's coming.
Foreboding, forewarning,
think of me, not of thee.
The song says "Caught
in the middle again;
I don't know what to do".
Stoke the fire, re-light
if necessary, but live again.
Look, doesn't it burn
brightly with such little effort.
Linda Starr, 1971
