| The Goodbye Song
Leaving on a Greyhound,
may I sit in back?
I see my mothers eyes still pierce
and beg me to come back
A million stars were out
but all I saw was black
I played my goodbye song,
the ropes that bound me suddenly went slack
Am I so alone?
Am I so alone?
Midwest fortune came in signs of vacancy
Midnight desk clerk -
bigots eyes that question me
cold and empty stares from men
who call this place their home
Beneath their graves are chests of treasures
spent on drying bones
Chorus
And through their windows
they see fortune growing nowhere
Through their childrens lives -
a fate to carry on
From a breakfast table
mothers thoughts go somewhere
far from this bitter land they walk upon
Thirteen hundred miles left
500 left behind
Empty bottle, inside ticker starting to unwind
A warm and worn out blanket
for deeds I left in check
I close my eyes and wake up
to find my blanket wet
And through their windows
they see fortune growing nowhere
Through their childrens lives -
a fate to carry on
From a breakfast table
mothers thoughts go somewhere
far from this bitter land they walk upon
Memories and hardened roads
are all I call my friends
Dusty boots, forgotten routes
that seem to never end
Nearer to a shade tree
I will find my solace yet
A goodbye song I sing too long
but one I won't regret
And through their windows
they see fortune growing nowhere
Through their childrens lives -
a fate to carry on
From a breakfast table
mothers thoughts go somewhere
far from this bitter land they walk upon
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