Текст Dan Fogelberg – False Faces

Oil on canvas
Couplets and stanzas
To divine who you are
Pencil portrayals and

False faces and
Meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and
Calendar races
I need a home.

Hostile hotel walls
Footfalls and phone calls
And you’re on the line
Gentle coercions and
Bitter desertions
When the truth is a lie.

False faces and
Meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and
Calendar races
I need a home.

Lover twice yearly
That last battle nearly
Cost me the fight.
Broke through the ice
And got cut down to size
And escaped through the night.

False faces and
Meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and
Calendar races
I need a home.