Simon Joyner Two Friends Take A Bow For The Record
Perhaps we were cut out of the same cloth or cardboard
Or maybe you were carved out of soap and I out of
driftwood
Maybe we've got nothing in common but a sorrow
withstood
By distance and devotion
My eyes belong to shapes that travel at light speed
going nowhere
Across the screen of my dreams straight out into the
frozen thin air
But if you've seen one blow by you're surely lost a
dozen somewhere
It's a crutch that ain't much for leaning
Through my window through the trees there is a train
about to leave me yearning
With a whistle to stop my heart and coal for burning
The four loose chambers while the wheels continue
turning
And slipping through my fingers
So let's drink a little wine while we can
Fill our glasses until they spill and say Amen
Come on brother go on and cup your hands
We'll say goodbye and let it end
I've been trying to recall the details of the fall from
the apple
To the sons of those exiled traced through to the
burial
Of one single brother who was slain by the other and
the evil
That spilled into the mud where there once was a garden
I thought perhaps you caught your death you wandered
and vanished
I thought maybe into the vast abyss without so much as
a compass
But you returned just in time to do a little more
damage
Like a drum roll at the gallows
Now the sky is full of flames that burn and then rain
only ashes
The thunder sounds tame compared to the heart when it
crashes
Against solemn sleep as a silhouette creeps down your
lashes
And the hallways fill up with laughter
So let's drink a little wine while we can
Fill our glasses until they spill and say Amen
Come on brother go on and cup your hands
We'll say goodbye and let it end
