six years past the perfect goodbye…
“sand is passing through us
wearing away what was
seeds have blossomed for us
time has not ignored us”
Come on in!
It’s really good to see you again
What’s it been?
Two years? Five? Goin’ on ten?
yeah, I heard Little Ricky passed on
my only wife died
my own life is far too long
and the beauty of this view
is gone
(gone)
(gone)
But I’m glad you came by
sometimes I feel like I’ve already died
got no one to listen, though some people try
and you are my friend
though I’ll admit, I’m not sure why…
For thirty years I saw it rise
for thirty years we shared a ride
from Indiana to cataract eyes
Our legacy is somewhere else
In Heaven’s Book, that’s what I tell myself
Now, I don’t owe you or anyone else
and I don’t owe you or anyone
and I don’t owe you or anyone
and I don’t know you are anyone…
But I’m glad you came by
Sometimes I feel like I’ve already died
Got no one to listen, though some people try
and you are my friend
though I’ll admit, I’m not sure why…
Heaven’s Gate is nearer me
than any joy or my Family
I’m incoherent and I can barely walk
my words explode – yet I can’t talk
and 24 hours pass on by
and I sit in that swing and I smoke and I cry
and I’m dead inside
but I just won’t die
six years past the perfect goodbye…
© 1997 lance saint ash