Kill The Messenger

<br>S. colvin<br><br><br><br>Jane it sure looks like rain<br><br>These canadian plains<br><br>And their windblown hair<br><br>Jane the bruise colored clouds<br><br>The smell of the ground<br><br>In the ripening air<br><br><br><br><br><br>I have seen you<br><br>In your fluttering dress<br><br>And your dry face of steel<br><br>As youre dragging your red rowing boat<br><br>Cross the forever fields<br><br><br><br><br><br>See jane somethings gone dead<br><br>Inside my head<br><br>Theres nothing but fear<br><br>Jane the rivers of grief<br><br>The tears of relief<br><br>Seem ages from here<br><br><br><br><br><br>Sometimes the beauty of life<br><br>Hits like lightening washing everything<br><br>Clear<br><br>And these dimmers of doubt flicker<br><br>Fade out and disappear<br><br><br><br><br><br>But jane that is a luxury<br><br>There are those of little faith it seems<br><br>And they beg for truth like charity<br><br>And I see them on every street corner<br><br><br><br><br><br>They are holding out one righteous hand<br><br>While the other leads the marching band<br><br>In the shadow hymn of the scratchman<br><br>Heed the message, kill the messenger<br><br><br><br><br><br>Jane I heard you found love<br><br>Wriggling up from the mud<br><br>On the shores of granville<br><br>But jane in the wink of an eye<br><br>The naysayers fly<br><br>Like hounds at your heels<br><br><br><br><br><br>Jane theyll whisper your name<br><br>And you wont feel the chains<br><br>And you wont see the moss<br><br>Oh, jane theres an art to the game<br><br>The aesthetics of love<br><br>The athletics of loss<br><br><br><br><br><br>Sometimes someone drifts by<br><br>And our nets get entwined in the sea<br><br>And in time I might find<br><br>They still mean something to me<br><br><br><br><br><br>But jane that is a luxury<br><br>There are those of little faith in me<br><br>And they pull me down like gravity<br><br>And I see them on every street corner<br><br><br><br><br><br>They are masters in the sleight of hand<br><br>They are dancers and they step so grand<br><br>To the shibboleth of shadowland<br><br>Heed the message, kill the messenger