Like our Father who went before we are called in to ancient war, and our Mother who he adored begs us not to go. A second guess met me at the door, when I realized that these two hands weren’t mine anymore, but I picked my tidy bags up off the floor and left in morning I could hardly say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. We marched on with the beating drum with our backs to the setting sun, we had learned what it means to run, tired to the bone. And loneliness crept up in the night and we laid like lovers forever intertwined, a silent new companion of mine who showed up every night we never had to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Like the seasons, we’ve been changed, tossed down and rearranged, some have even forgot their names, some we’d never know. Might be the last time I get to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
from Lone Bodies
track released March 4, 2012
Featuring Charlie Smith on bass.
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