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green eyed boy on a farm town street
got a ride to the coast, south by southeast
‘don’t worry about me no more’
met a girl in spain, so the postcards said
there’s a little white house, a king size bed
but he walked away like every time before

and the loneliness was sneaking up behind him
he’s gone and run somewhere he knows’ll never find him

on african plains like he always said he would in
foreign words he understood he
signed his name
‘you don’t know what you’re missing’ but on the dusty road with hands cracked dry in the tall grass
where the dogs are crying I,
sometimes, wonder if he listens to the loneliness…

and all he heard the preacher say was
‘live your life before it slips away’.

so the postcards come to this old town
and there’s less to read and more to imagine now
watching from a distance
but kids he grew up with and folks he loves
we hold him, close enough I hope
and I hope there’s someone with him

& that the wind out where he’s talking blows behind him
he’s gone and run somewhere he knows’ll never find him

and all he heard the preacher say was
‘live your life before it slips away’.

and the wind blows in the door gets shut a thousand times,
if I’ve told them once.
they don’t remember
but he smiles at me he says hello
there are people turned everywhere we go
so how can I remember

when it comes and it goes
the wind blows in this empty room
it comes too late and then it goes too soon

in the winter time, when it’s snowing the snow is all around us, falling all around us like ashes from the sky

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