no sense running in the rain
or dancing under the sun
there's nothing to gain
i find only isolation and pain
when you're not near
i'll look but you've gone
i'll call but you won't hear
i'll listen then shed a tear
i can't make it through the night
can't even light my fire
can't turn a wrong into a right
can't turn a blind eye into sight
i just keep hitting my head
eating cold bacon and refried beans
can't even make my own bed
or remember what it was i last said
these old memories still seem young
regardless of my tired heart
memories of songs that we've sung
hang like sweetness on the tip of my tongue
when you're not near
no sense running in the rain
or dancing under the sun
there's nothing to gain
i find only isolation and pain
when you're not near
i'll look but you've gone
i'll call but you won't hear
i'll listen then shed a tear
i can't make it through the night
can't even light my fire
can't turn a wrong into a right
can't turn a blind eye into sight
i just keep hitting my head
eating cold bacon and refried beans
can't even make my own bed
or remember what it was i last said
when you're not near.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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