Hear The Whistle A'Blowin
07/19 2024
It's close to the border of midnight
Long after the veil of streetlight
When your shadow emerges not far off.
You find me searching - though never quite enough.
Could you really blame the memory?
Give me a cool million, a cool breeze,
Or the courage of a mad dog on his knees ---
I have 'em on a short leash ---
But the road is long, my word's a leech
On the border of the fading memory.
A blind man wanders while I can still see,
But what hope to that forlorn song of me?
He descends slowly down the halo of the stair,
Down to where women dance on the prescient fair ---
Far away from the field of memory.
But life goes on, our best years will be happy,
Even though the shadow of the streetlight is sloppy.
Fears go far beyond me and you
Since I know what is real and what we actually do.
For in time lies grief on the train of memories ---
Just hear the whistle a'blowin.