My face, I dont mind it Im standing behind it It hangs down in front by my hair It studies the cards All the aces and spade But it dont have to call which they are Ive taught it to smile And to wrinkle its nose And to froth at the mouth when its mad Ive taught it to yawn And to laugh and to snarl And to hang out its lip when its sad My face, I dont mind it I live here behind it Quite tightly its wedged tween my ears It acts like a wall Over which lies the world So they cant read my hopes or my fears In front of my chin Past the sights and the smells And the songs and the sounds of the horns Of the traffic and blaring And honking and screeching Of time since the day i was born My face, if you find it Im back here behind it Its only a mask for the soul It dont have no lines You can follow as such For its only a part not the whole While you could be talking Or snarling or coughing Or holding your head while you weep In back of this face i could Watch or be singing Or sometimes i might be asleep
face, behind, snarling, taught, wedged