Monday, August 29, 2011

Grafton


If ever I make it back to Grafton
I’m going to write the definition 
        of loneliness
If ever I make it back to Grafton
I’m going to write the definition 
        of loneliness
 

Sliver of a moon, almost a frost
Everything you do, you have to 
        pay the cost
Sliver of a moon, almost a frost
Everything you want, you have to 
        pay the cost
All these faces in these cars going by
All of them look lost
   





There’s nothing more famous than 
That about which nothing is known 
There’s nothing more famous than 
That about which nothing is known 
Nothing emptier than
The room where the art was shown

     I know I been there once already 
I just can’t find it on a map 
I know I been there once already 
I just can’t find it on a map 
I heard my last kind words there 
And then something snapped
 


If ever I make it back to Grafton 
I’m going to write the definition of loneliness 
If ever I make it back to Grafton 
I’m going to write the definition of loneliness 
And then I won’t remember her at all

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