Post by lyrycsyntyme on Jan 12, 2010 0:39:51 GMT -8
theres fireworks inside
but the sky is clear
i can see everything
is empty, from here
theres letters for you
folded but unsent
going no where again
just saving the stamp
i called you on the phone
to hear your voice
hard to tell you've been aging
when i hear the machine
i look at photographs
like everyone else
leave my share of fingerprints
when i'm thinking slow
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
i've grown alot, you know
you might not care to
but you might be amazed
and want to see where this goes
scenes scented across the porch on dafodills like in your hair
reminds me of my feelings
and how they are always new
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
so all these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
you had alot to do
you contained alot in you
cities that you've walked
for me not a knock on the door
you had alot to do
you shared alot too
hours up on the phone
for me not a call crossed your thoughts
though you crossed your heart
that hurts me most of all
cause i know memories have to last forever
or at least till we're done being old
if you ever make it will you have to say
goodness, where'd you go?
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
goodbye, where'd you go?
goodbye, where'd you go?
and all these memories have to last forever
goodbye, where'd you go?
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
copyright John alan Fessel
but the sky is clear
i can see everything
is empty, from here
theres letters for you
folded but unsent
going no where again
just saving the stamp
i called you on the phone
to hear your voice
hard to tell you've been aging
when i hear the machine
i look at photographs
like everyone else
leave my share of fingerprints
when i'm thinking slow
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
i've grown alot, you know
you might not care to
but you might be amazed
and want to see where this goes
scenes scented across the porch on dafodills like in your hair
reminds me of my feelings
and how they are always new
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
so all these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
you had alot to do
you contained alot in you
cities that you've walked
for me not a knock on the door
you had alot to do
you shared alot too
hours up on the phone
for me not a call crossed your thoughts
though you crossed your heart
that hurts me most of all
cause i know memories have to last forever
or at least till we're done being old
if you ever make it will you have to say
goodness, where'd you go?
because these memories have to last forever
or at least till i'm done being old
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
goodbye, where'd you go?
goodbye, where'd you go?
and all these memories have to last forever
goodbye, where'd you go?
if i ever make it i need to say
goodbye, where'd you go?
copyright John alan Fessel