Simon and Garfunkel - The Dangling Conversation

Collected Works / 1981-03-01 1. 7 o'clock News/Silent Night 2. AMERICA 3. Anji 4. April Come She Will 5. At the Zoo 6. A Most Peculiar Man 7. A Poem on the Underground Wall 8. A Simple Desultory Philippic 9. Baby Driver 10. Benedictus 11. Bleeker Street 12. Blessed 13. Bookends Theme 14. Bridge Over Troubled Water 15. Bye Bye Love 16. Cecilia 17. Cloudy 18. EL CONDOR PASA (IF I COULD) 19. Fakin' It 20. Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall 21. For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her 22. Go Tell It On The Mountain 23. Hazy Shade of Winter 24. He Was My Brother 25. Homeward Bound 26. I Am a Rock 27. Kathy's Song 28. Keep the Customer Satisfied 29. Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream 30. Leaves That Are Green 31. Old Friends 32. Overs 33. Patterns 34. Peggy-O (Traditonal) 35. Punky's Dilemma 36. Richard Cory 37. Save the Life of My Child 38. Scarborough Fair/Canticle 39. Somewhere They Can't Find Me 40. Song for the Asking 41. So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright 42. Sparrow 43. The 59th Street Bridge Song 44. The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine 45. The Boxer 46. The Dangling Conversation 47. The Only Living Boy in New York 48. The Sound Of Silence 49. The Sun Is Burning 50. The Times They Are A-Changin' 51. Voices of Old People 52. We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin' 53. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. 54. Why Don't You Write Me 55. You Can Tell The World

The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That 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 dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.