The Dangling Conversation
Paul Simon, 1966· Songs Well-Known in America · p.70
(Intro in E)
D A E D A E
It's a still life water color, Of a now late after - noon
And you read your Emily Dickenson And I my Robert Frost
Yes we speak of things that matter, With words that must be said
D A E A F#m
As the sun shines through the curtained lace, And shadows wash the room
And we note our place with bookmarkers, that measure what we've lost
Can an- al - y - sis be worthwhile, Is the theatre really dead
(F#m) G
And we sit and drink our coffee, couched in our indifference,
Like a poem poorly written, we are verses out of rhythm,
Now the room is softly faded, And I only kiss your shadow,
F# E
Like shells upon the shore, You can hear the ocean roar,
Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time,
I cannot feel your hand. You're a stranger now unto me,
D A E A E D
In the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs
And the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs
Lost in the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs
A F#m
The borders of our lives
Are the borders of our lives
In the borders of our lives