nnThere are the days I cannot knownor understand,na piano in a moving van, way behindnat the light.nnAnd a wave is rolling overna wave is moving overna wave is rolling over me, over me.nnThe time of mistakes -nwill it ever change to another time,nlike a season when the snownwill slide off the housenand leave the house clean?nnAnd a wave is rolling overna wave is moving overna wave is rolling over me, over me.nnA singing bird, I call your namenin the middle of the nighttime.nI’m the smallest bird who calls your namenin the middle of the day.nnAnd a wave is rolling overna wave is moving overna wave is rolling over me, over me.