I hadn't thought about Mrs. Morgan for years. Until I read in the paper that she had died. When I was a boy, Mrs. Morgan played solo. With my mother every Tuesday afternoon.
I can barely bear to be with you tonight. I can hardy stand to see you in this light. How can I even try to deny it. I can barely bear to be with you tonight.
The very second time I walked in this room. You knew that I was gone. And just the way the sun slanted in. Made it all seem wrong. . I know you say you love me.
Remember when I told you. You were pretty lost. It seems you had it up to here. You just paid the cost. . All I have, all I need. All you got is providence.
Plane crash in the desert. Everybody walked away. Suitcase open to the breeze. Light lifting up pretty heavy. . So we climbed out, looked around us. Your shirt stuck to your skin.
As you stumble into the future. Remorselessly moving out of the past. And you separate the reflex moments of living. You drag down the morning into your room.
Yeah and somebody said, if you really want to get ahead. You can make your bed but you don't have to lie in it. So keep your bad advice, I listened to it once or twice.
Well you spoke about amnesia as though it's where it's at. Your lover had a seizure while her brother fed her pussycat. You were hanging from the railing like a flag that's just been torn.
They packed us up in boxes, wooden boxes. And sent us home. Underneath the willow, near the river. By my headstone. . And all you do is carry on. . It's snowing now, it's winter, river's frozen.