Tomorrow

See… you made up your mind…
Changes dead ahead…
Given everything they said…
Wouldn’t blame you if you left…
No rebuke for indiscretion…
Lord knows… you paid your toll…
For my part i never held you back…
Bought a ticket to your show.

Who knows why…
We play the games we play…?
Sometimes the sorrow…
Complicates our days… but…
I’d sell… any worldly fantasy…
I’d mount any hard-drive of trouble…
Just to see… you… tomorrow.

I don’t doubt your dedication…
Or question your resolve…
Beaten bloody by the side of the road…
Round and round… the world evolves…
All the while the sea has parted…
Hurry through the muck…
Reach the other side of hope…
Never counting on your luck.

Who knows why…
We play the games we play…?
Sometimes the sorrow…
Complicates our days… but…
I’d sell… any worldly fantasy…
I’d mount any hard-drive of trouble…
Just to see… you… tomorrow.

Don’t forget…
I’m right there behind you…
And i see the things you’re going through…
I would mount any hard drive of trouble…
…and erase my bitter fantasies…
Just to be…..

LITTLETON, CO - APRIL 20: Visitors bring flowers and spend time at the Columbine Memorial on Monday, April 20, 2015. Today marks the 16th anniversary of the deadly shooting at Columbine High School which left 12 students and one teacher dead. The school was closed for the day, as it has been every year on this day since the shooting occurred in 1999. (Photo by Kathryn Scott Osler/The Denver Post)

Goodbye Stony Creek

 

Sun comes up… another a new day… for the neighbors of Columbine. From Waterton Canyon to Chatfield’s dam… balloons are pepperin’ the sky. And Jim makes off in his khakis and lunch bag… off to his daily tech war. And Bill and Gene are working for Jesus… on the streets of Ward 24.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Alec is sick… gonna stay home from school… his momma says she don’t mind. She got three interviews and a schedule to keep… Alec will manage just fine. And Debbie says there’s too much noise… she can’t get no relief. Lay your pretty head down on the pillow dear… maybe you’ll finally sleep.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Some of us deal trump to our demons… others are wishin’ we could. And some of us are finding our own way to carry on like legends would. And none of us asked to be here… no no. Many would gladly trade places… to the rock of Coal Mine Avenue… home sweet Stony Creek.

Sun comes up… another a new day… the best of the summer so far. And Carrie’s found some peace on her own… on the hilltops of Clement Park. And as for me… I’m hitting the road… hauling everything to Baltimore. And Bill and Gene have been replaced by some sisters on the streets of Ward 24.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high…
Birds fly over the rainbow why oh why can’t I?

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