Tom Waits Jayne's Blue Wish

(Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan)

The sky holds all our wishes
The dish ran away
with the spoon
the chimney smoke
ties the roofs
to the sky
there's a hole over head
but it's only the moon
will there ever be a tree
Grown from the seeds I've sown
Life is a path lit only
by the light of those I've love