In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
from across the street, rewrite one
the life I used to live
is across the street
I see you walking in and out
but our eyes never meet
I see the doors and windows
were moonlight would come in
once I felt the tenderness
of your touch upon my skin
I wish I could again
I still see our kids
from across the street
growing up like tumbleweeds
day to day
week to week
I can see your face
inside each one of their's
I can feel a love
that I once thought was shared
what I recall
I see it all
from across the street
I see your new friends
from across the street
each one a new replacement
for the sorry likes of me
I hate every one of them
with all the rage inside me
it's like a ticking time bomb
and you're right there beside me
just waiting to ignite me
the man I used to be
is across the street
all my history
is across the street
there's no place for me
across the street
but you can't erase me
from across the street
you can't erase me
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