Monday, June 13, 2016

Of Pasts and Futures

Some things do linger.

A Pocketful Of Shells - Mat McHugh
 

I got a pocket full of shells,
And not much of anything else.
I got a locket full of notes,
Old melodies, uncounted votes

And it's been so long since I've seen you
And I've been so gone and out of my mind
And things they move on, but I just need you
So I still wait for you most every night

When are you coming home?
It's so lonely here tonight...

Followed a trail of poison crumbs.
We got lost pretending, undone.
Then our blood fell from the clouds,
The wind it screamed, the sea it howled.
And every cold, dry morning, crows sing
Of how there's ice forming on the lake.
And somebody called me, said they saw you,
Said you were looking older but just the same.

When are you coming home?
It must be freezing out today ...

And we'll sing Galilee, we'll sing reverie
Dance for the broken, break these chains.
We'll sing of wrongs and lies and alibis.
We'll take a chance and start again.

We'll take a chance and start again.
We'll take a chance and start again.


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