I've been angry. And I have strayed. I said words i never thought that I could say. You were sadly sweet. Like an old bar song (or a Wilco song). But I'll be back up on my feet before too long.
Line of people to pass you by. Posing sympathy with their whitewash eyes. With the ladies feigning their mourning cries. And the men shaking hands. . Weigh away.
We've been sharing so many words and feelings. Age is heavier, it seems, than years alone. But, I told you things I wouldn't dream of telling anyone. Are we drying out, like flowers from a forgotten someone.
Never did think life would lead me here. To celebrate the day, dreams would disappear. I've been running around from the day I was born. When I finally stopped, found myself at home.
There's a factory standing empty. Where we built your Chevrolet. And we sent our kids to college. On a forty hour wage. . But now the windows all are broken.