Comin' from around the bend
09/09 2023
I fly high following the impossible trail
From Key West to Paris to Casablanca.
I trace it with my red ballpoint pen.
Still I hear the whispers of my name,
It's coming from just around the bend.
I talk with strangers over the phone
As I pace back and forth in my hotel room:
Failures are victories, and sunrise something new.
I fall asleep to her breath on the other end,
It's coming from just around the bend.
On the train I see her reflection in the window,
What does she see whirling past?
Crystal castles fraught with rain,
Echoing whispers from a distant train?
I swear it's coming from just around the bend.
Days they go on just the same nowadays:
Every moment with you too short,
Yet every minute but a shadowed hour.
Now I see pink light shining on our faces,
It's coming from just around the bend.