as if it can’t bear to call it a day and say goodnight
and the earth to which you were returned has turned
eight times around
it’s a circle we spin
pretending we are walking straight ahead
but we come right back around to the end
I drove to our bend in the river today
it’s just a small stretch of water
but my mind can reach right back
and as I walked along I thought I could smell
the sausages sizzle
the burning of hamburgers
and hear the roar of the crowd
I could picture you on the bank
so proud
I know this path well
and I used to walk it so tall
and although my stature hasn’t changed at all
it’s almost as if I’ve been reduced to a crawl
