There are the days I cannot know   or understand,   a piano in a moving van, way behind   at the light.      And a wave is rolling over   a wave is moving over   a wave is rolling over me, over me.      The time of mistakes -   will it ever change to another time,   like a season when the snow   will slide off the house   and leave the house clean?      And a wave is rolling over   a wave is moving over   a wave is rolling over me, over me.      A singing bird, I call your name   in the middle of the nighttime.   I’m the smallest bird who calls your name   in the middle of the day.      And a wave is rolling over   a wave is moving over   a wave is rolling over me, over me.