CALYPSO

It moves like a live thing in his hands

The story, his story

Bloody and sacred, truth and lie,

The story, his story

And it tells itself,

the pages turn and tell themselves,

Backwards and forwards,

Backwards and forwards,

Backwards and forwards like the tide.

It moves like a live thing in his hands

The story, his story

Bloody and sacred, truth and lie,

The story, his story

And it tells itself,

the pages turn and tell themselves,

Backwards and forwards,

Backwards and forwards,

Backwards and forwards like the tide.

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But I do think of her

Standing in that parking lot

The stars are out, night drops down on her

She is alone again.

She’s alone again.

She holds his cooling dinner in her lifted hand.

Something he just might like

Sweet or salty, no one will eat it now.

She looks for him in darkness,

stands alone now once again

tries to see where he might have gone,

where could he go,

She looks for him in darkness,

stands alone now once again

tries to see where he might have gone,

where could he go, without her.