I still remember that day in December When you pretended to fall on the stairs You said you were scared that the top of your head Was open and bared itself to the air
I can cry If I try But I lie Awake at night
You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped Before he committed himself to the war I was at work and believed you were hurt 'til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard
I was still crying and you were still lying The following morning out there in the hall Where it was painful to watch you arrange Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul
I can't believe that I was deceived that Day we received that Present from Paul