Michael Johnson - The Dangling Conversation 1967

Michael Johnson - The Dangling Conversation, March 1967
2nd of S&G series, Courtesy of Michael Johnson
Songwriter: Paul Simon, Lyrics:
It's a still life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows fill the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Cast in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversations
And superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
And measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangled conversations
And superficial sighs
The borders of our lives

Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
"Is analysis worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And now the room’s softly faded
And I only see your shadow
And I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger to me now
And the dangling conversations
And superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives