The Teacher - Spada

There once was a teacher of great renown Whose words were like the tablets of stone Because it's easier to learn than unlearn Because we've passed the point of no return Gather your goods and follow me Or you will surely die I was only a child of the city My parents were children of immigrant stock So we followed as followers go Over a mountain with a napkin of snow And ate the berries and roots That grown along the timberline Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love Sleep on a quilt of stars It's cold Sometimes you can't catch your breath It's so cold Time and abundance thickened his step So the teacher divided in two One half ate the forest and fields The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love Sleeps on a quilt of stars Sometimes we don't know who we are Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry My teacher carry me home Carry me home my teacher Carry me home Carry me home my teacher Carry me home

There I was in uniform Lookin' at the art teacher I was just a girl then Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum He asked us what our favorite work of art was And never could I tell it was him Oh, I wish I could tell him Oh, I wish I could have told him I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts I liked the John Singer Sergeants He told me he liked Turner Never have I turned since then No, never have I turned to any other man All this havin' been said I married an executive company head All this havin' been done A Turner I own one And here I am in this uniformish pant-suit sort of thing Thinkin' of the art teacher I was just a girl then Never have I loved since then No, never have I loved any other man

Who's at the door now? Who's at the door now? Sun goes down, windows wide One step closer to the other side I can feel what others do Can't stop this if I wanted to Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Hurry now, boy, time won't wait The here and the now will separate There are some things you cannot choose Soul and spirit moving through Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Who's at the door now? Who's at the door now? (Wake up) Who's at the door now? (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) Two cold stones on a riverbed Ripped and torn, cannot mend Old white candles on a dusty porch One flame down, another born Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow? Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up? Who's at the door now? Who's at the door now? You showed me how to breathe, never showed me how to say goodbye You showed me how to be, never showed me how to say goodbye Every page turns, it's a lesson learned in time You showed me how to breathe, never showed me how to say goodbye Try and make good with the air that's left Counting every minute, living breath by breath By breath by breath by breath by breath by breath... Try and make good with the air that's left Counting every minute, living breath by breath By breath by breath by breath by breath by breath by breath by breath... You showed me how to need, never showed me how to say goodbye You showed me how to grieve, never showed me how to say goodbye Every page turns, it's a lesson learned in time You showed me how to need, never showed me how to say goodbye Try and make good with the air that's left Counting every minute, living breath by breath By breath by breath by breath by breath by... Try and make good with the air that's left Counting every minute, living breath by breath By breath by breath by breath by breath by... (Goodbye) (Goodbye) (Goodbye) (Goodbye)