Getting Smaller All my life consists of people getting smaller, They diminish till they vanish as they slowly drift away. I would pause, embrace the moment, so I swallow... drink deeply from the flowing stream of time, but the moment, ever fleeting, slips on by me, and my thirst is just the worse for having tried. I'm floating on the ocean in a tiny boat at night, sinking as I'm thinking as you sink beneath my sight. We say goodbye, we turn our backs, both looking forward, but opposite ways, I look back, you're getting smaller, With years and months and days. When I was on the freeway, hitching for a ride, and when the lift was over, and when I said goodbye, I felt the awful sorrow of a parting of the ways, tail-lights receding down the empty cold highway... All my life consists of people getting smaller, It's impossible for anyone to stay, They move in higher orbits. I turn and move away.