Goodbye
A week ago today I was drove home with some friends from a weekend trip to Canada - I should have been in Seattle with another friend. But if I’d been here, would it have made a difference? What if I hadn’t told him he was being a dick when we were playing tennis last summer (he was), would that have changed anything? Of course I’m not to blame - no one is responsible. So aren’t we all?
I’ll miss you, Eric.
New Dawn Fades
A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made - I took the blame
Directionless, so plain to see
A loaded gun won’t set you free - so you sayWe’ll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
We’ll give you everything and more
The strain’s too much - can’t take much more
Oh, I’ve walked on water, run through fire
Can’t seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time
Hoping for something else