Orpheus and Eurydice

Like Orpheus and Eurydice
Climbing up out of hell
Like Leonard and Janis
At the Chelsea Hotel

You and I were on fire
And far from our homes

Like T.S. Eliot
And his coffee spoons
Like Neal Armstrong
On his way to the moon

You and I just wait
For our moment to come

We talk and watch while the candles melt
Comparing ourselves to everyone else
Then we sit in the dark and try to see
If what we’ve become looks like history

Like the way Bob Dylan
Never looked back
Like the way the car took
Kerouac

You and I have tried
To go our own way

Like Brutus giving Julius
His final agony
Like Judas in the Garden
of Gethsemane

You and I have tried
But gone astray

Chorus

Like Orpheus and Eurydice
Climbing up out of hell
Like Leonard and Janis
At the Chelsea Hotel

You and I were on fire
You and I were on fire
You and I were far
Far from our homes