I resolved to move your chair today
And all the boxes of history
In it's way, today
But I couldn't bare an empty space
And I'm always sentimental
On a Sunday like today
I was almost there
I was nearly under your foot
As I watched your spirit crawl
Down blood stained halls
You lost everything
Since you lost yourself
Like courage flown on a summer breeze
Lines on a face crack easily
So do we today
Too far gone to clutch at straws
Or silhouettes of younger forms
Crossed the bridge you once leapt from
What's on the other side
I was almost there
I was nearly under your foot
As I watched your spirit crawl
Down blood stained halls
You lost everything
Since you lost yourself
Artist: John Prine
Artist: Boone
Artist: Nature
Artist: Plants And Animals