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it ain't no use to sit and wonder why
it don't matter, anyhow
and it ain't no use to sit and wonder why
if you don't know by now
when your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
look out your window and I'll be gone
you're the reason I'm traveling on
if i’m not there now physically
i’m always before you
come what may

it ain't no use in turning on your light
that light I never knowed
and it ain't no use in turning on your light
i'm on the dark side of the road
but I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
to try and make me change my mind and stay
just give me more time I hope and pray
i mistake all you say
the seeds of the dandelion you blow away

it ain't no use in calling out my name
like you never done before
it ain't no use in calling out my name
i can't hear you any more
i'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road
i once loved a woman, a child I'm told
i give her my heart but she wanted my soul
you got me into this mess so
you get me out

so long honey 
where I'm bound, I can't tell
goodbye's too good a word 
so I'll just say fare thee well
i ain't saying you treated me unkind
you could have done better but I don't mind
who else do you kiss
with those lips, with those lips
gone with a touch of your hand
 
If i knew now
what i knew then
these are the rules, these are the rules
and they are cruel

"Seen from the back of a train

I rode away from your station

They drifted in the air

Like memoirs of old conversations

Spring from a leather case

You opened in the wind

To watch the papers chase each other

Into oblivion" 

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yeah, that's right

she sends me out to the garden to get parsley.  how much i ask.  she takes my hands in hers and forms a little cup with them until they’re just so. this much she replies. she tops the pasta with the little leaves.

i shell a handful of pistachios at her request.  is this enough?  no, more.  after reaching enough, i crush them in a little bag.  she tops the salad with the little shards.

we sit on the deck eating our meal.  drinking the white i’ve purchased.  i don’t know whites so i query her about it.  i’m not discriminating about wine, she tells me. well, except that I don’t drink red.

there are candles. it is a cool summer’s evening.

i fix us a bowl of ice cream for dessert. mint chip. do you like mint chip she asks. i do i reply.

but not as much as Her. it’s Her favorite after all.

And then She’s gone.

i just wanna be

i just wanna dream

I guess we came here on a spiritual journey but that didn't really pan out.

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yes the past happened but it's over now isn't it?

flypaper

wallpaper

sandpaper

doesn't paper

it doesn't matter

it doesn't matter

here it comes

creeping in 

hovering about

touching down

rising up

do i feel it

not at all

not at all

only outcome

lose both

wanted it on my arm

'say her name'

it doesn't matter 

it doesn't matter

never expectation only hope

they ask

where is the couch

where is the cabinet

i can't tell them

they can't understand

at all

at all