Beggar / Lover - Pajaro Sunrise

Every fool that falls

Fall slightly faster

Than the apple on the master

Quietly napping by a tree

And every time he falls

He finds some reason

Some disgraceful mechanism

To get up and fall again

Then he will say

I’m not going home

Today might be the day

I’m coming to the end of something

Yes it’s early to let go

Now the beggar and the lover are

Smiling to one another

Like they never did before

With every winter gone I write a letter

And if I was to live forever

I would do it all the same

It is addressed to some fool in the future

One that’s older and much looser

Just in case he will forget

He used to say:

I’m not going home

Today might be the day

I’m coming to the end of something

Yet it’s early to let go

Now the beggar and the lover

Are smiling to one another

And saying to themselves

I’m not going home

Today might be the day

I’m coming to the end of something

Yet it’s early to let go

Now the beggar and the lover

Are smiling to one another

And singing to themselves