Ocean Tone

Canal Locks

who's that creepin'
past my windows at a quarter to three
seems like it might be a friend of mine
too many late nights
been so long since I could see

up and down the canal locks
the canal locks up and down

falling whispers
down a labyrinth of dreams
not quite resolved in time
tell me who is dreaming
in the space beyond your eyes

Words by Skeeze Harmon. ©1999