Right before the sigh when I wonder why I even try
Today was like the stutter that starts the long goodbye
Right into the arms of a ticking clock I cry
A day can be too much like a long held breath sometimes
I dream in salty air
As marsh winds blow against the tide of time
Leaving my residence in the City of Presidents
Seeing it now as if my whole life i’d been blind
Take the long way out
Shaking hands by holding hands to keep from falling down
Take a piece of me now
I don’t need much more than what I’ve already found
I wake to salty air
The last day in a long string of beads held by praying fingers
I leave enemies and friends, ‘cause every beginning has its ends
As the pages turn, every lesson learned still lingers
On my breath
No words I say can make my meaning come out right
And yet
I will try...
To start the long goodbye
Right before the sigh when I wonder why I even try
Today was like the stutter that starts the long goodbye
Right into the arms of a ticking clock I cry
A day can be too much like a long held breath sometimes