I'm Trying To Get Close To You

I wrote it while sitting in bed, hence the 2 bed references
- 8/26/94. It was the first song I wrote after Kurt Cobain died.

Appears on the album The First 20 Minutes
©1997 There's Been A Publishing, ASCAP

I'm trying to get close to you,
To share the little luck I have,
But even if you held me in your grip
It would eventually slip.
And fall out like a stone.
There is no way to fix the past.
It dissipates away so fast.
I'ld like to visit there, and then I think
We mustn't dare to test the link
To who we are today.

My book, my child,
You look beguiled,
Mistook, misplaced,
Forsook, erased.
If I'm to think,
In time, your ink
Will shine as clear as day.

Some times at night I sit awake.
And practice till my fingers ache.
The sound is like a river running wide.
It's like an anvil deep inside.
It's like a cigarette.
My woman says she walks the shore
And came at long length to a door.
It opened like a hand. It took her in
Upon the sand. It woke her up
Lying next to me.

My book, my child,
You look beguiled,
Mistook, misplaced,
Forsook, erased.
If I'm to think,
In time, your ink
Will shine as clear as day.