11. Trying to Make Up His Mind

Roman Rhodes: Vocals, acoustic guitar, & bass/ Tim Wiltshire: Slide guitar/ Reiko Daimon: Oboe/ Paul Fleisher: Bass Clarinet / Kyoko Fukuzawa: Backing vocals/ Steve Muller: Piano & drums
Words & Music Roman Rhodes


Trying To Make Up His Mind The cold wind seeps in like the tea from the bag, hinting at the passing of time, and in this little cup life's becoming a drag and I fear that I'm losing my mind. For no mail has come in from the letters I sent helping my will to decide, and soon you'll be gone to where my heart has went, leaving only my body behind. Chorus: Kirei na Josei The pain is wide and the heart is deep. The full moon wanes, at night I weep like a willow by the inland sea. As you scratch Japanese characters on an envelope I'll send, an' over the paper your hand glides, so it scratches my heart and my heart does rend tearing me up deep inside. Your wrist feels so cool in the palm of my hand as I pretend to ask for the time. And I swear I see the promissed heart land in your sweet smile and the shine in your eyes. (Repeat Chorus) Now it seems the only thing that's between us is the small table and us being shy, but what stops us from making that closest touch is the burden of other people's lives, yes a burden of so many lies. Still the clichés seep in like the teapot wind, clouding my heart and my mind, I long for your rose petal lips and lily white skin and the deep lit ponds of your almond eyes. (Repeat Chorus) Now nothing's so flat as a mountain-- cut cardboard 'gainst the evening sky, and nothing's so deep as the pain in the heart of a man trying to make up his mind. (Repeat Chorus)


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