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She's pretty well packed..
And tomorrow they will load the truck
And drive down the road, some six hundred miles away..
Leaving behind the bad memories and leaving behind the pain..
She will put down new roots and start her life again..
I hope they'll all be happy up there..
But tonight, I sit here and cry..
six hundred miles may not be so very far away..
But I'll miss them all.. and it won't ever be the same..
No more stopping by her house to see the kids,
No more will they stop in on me, unexpectantly..
She'll take with her the best things that ever happened in my life..
Those kids of hers, well they were and are my life..
But I hope that they'll be happy up there..
And I hope that they can all learn to live again..
I only wish they didn't have to go so far..
But I guess that sometimes, only time and distance can mend a broken heart..

The metalic snake, so long and sleek
races along its trail
Predestined tracks it is cursed to follow
And follow it does,
beside roads riddled with mirage waters
Puddles that shine then flee
under the hot ember in the sky
The dusty ground tells sad stories to the sky
Hoping that it may conjure tears to fall
and wet its cracked skin
Black dried out piece of rubber
Once upon a time it helped a Chrysler travel this road
Till the rubber loss grip
and caused the whole journey to come to a halt,
leaving a well dressed man to wonder
and become a meal to the unforgiving wilderness

I tried like hell to make it fit.
To push it through the hole.
I think the hole is big enough.
But pushing it through sure seems tough.
I found something stronger so.....
Thought I would try again.
I tried and tried but I needed to make this insanity end.
So I reached into the box and found.
My old embroidery needle with the eye so big and round.
Had it threaded in time.
Maybe sewing at four in the morning is not so good.
But where the empty space was a button now stood.

Music slowly plays
Evening passes by
Lonely rustling waves
Amber, golden, brown
Night is coming down
Covering it all
Hundred years in a row
Ocean kissed the shore
Later feeling comes
Yet it comes for sure...

Their names were Butch, Huck and Max,
The best three dogs I've known.
Butch I knew at four years old
The other two when grown.

Butch was pitbull boxer mix,
As smart as he was strong.
Could say "I love you," plainly
I heard him, can't be wrong.

Our yard full of dogs one night,
I let him out to scare,
Down the steps flew like the wind,
Dogs flying ev'rywhere.

Disappeared one rainy night,
We figured for the ring.
I'm sure he was a winner cause,
Dog fighting was his thing.

Huck, another pitbull mix,
I think part kangaroo.
Could jump so high, almost fly,
And loyal through and through.

Had to give him up one day,
Apartment we did move.
Not an onside dog, not Huck,
He quickly showed to prove.

Gave him to a farmer friend,
He lived for many years.
Blind and deaf, by car was hit,
I did not hide my tears.

Max was German Shepherd mix,
And smartest of them all.
Saved grandaughter harm twice,
He answered ev'ry call.

Then he turned a biter at,
The ripe old age of ten.
Had to give him back to pound,
Hard tears I shed back then.

These noble beasts, loved them well,
Such treasured memories.
Who could not feel fortunate,
With best friends such as these.

Didn't want to say good-bye.
Loved the way you made me feel.
Hard to let you go.
But I am trying not to cry.
Held you for so long.
Kept you if it was right or wrong.
Hate to say good bye.
I just can't tell a lie.
The way you felt to my touch.
Turned the pages one by one.
I could cheat as such.
But I wouldn't really of won.
To read the end first.
Would extinguish the thirst.
But it wouldn't be the same.
With only me to blame.
I hate to say good-bye.
To an old friend like you.
We've had plenty of time.
But I don't feel as if we're through.
My eyes have grown so tired and weary.
Looking at you.
Soon you'll be replaced.
What am I to do.

Wherever you are
I'm not that far away
If you feel my presense
Its 'cause my mind won't stray

Its kinda focused
On the things we had
It brings me a smile
An makes me glad

Glad to know you
Glad to have met
Glad to have tasted
No sweet regret

No ifs buts or maybes
Only life an its path
A journey of chances
All within our grasp

A woman like you
Put character in my soul
Enriching my perspective
To make me whole

To thee I sing a song of farewell
Tis time for me to move on
These many nights together we spent
To me was the best of the best

So why? you ask, do I move on
Tis the bug called Wanderlust
And even though my heart breaks apart
It's onward I must go

Will I come back? your eyes ask me
Would love to say yes I will
But truth be known, as always will
This way I shan't pass again

So lift your glass for one more drink
And a last kiss for the road
Turn away, I'll hide my tears
As I leave this last time

Not one look, not a glance back
Just the blurry vision ahead
Even I don't know why I do what I do
And the lonely road stretches ahead

I traveled so much in my life.
I lost sometimes shores in the sea.
I rocked and been shaken in skies.
In steppe I was scorched by freeze.

But heart knew not peace as it roamed
And urged to advance, straight on go.
On road – I was dreaming of home,
At home – I dreamed mostly of road.

When tiredness took hold of me
I sang about roads trod in life.
I missed love when happy, in bliss.
I missed sorrow much when in love.

And heart never stopped in its search.
It seemed as if planet was small.
I missed cold so much when it snowed.
I missed warmth so much in sun’s glow.

And heart, silly heart, did not know,
When bothered and pestered me so,
That all that it missed, it searched for,
Was you, merely you, nothing more!

See red wings of sunset dying out,
Wattles slumber tranquilly in fog.
Don’t be sad, oh my hut, in the quiet
That again we’re alone and alone.

Moon is cleaning in thatched roof
Horns of hers set in frame of blue.
Didn’t follow her, made no move
To where haystacks remotely stood.

Know that years will dull the blow,
And this anguish like years will go.
And her lips and her innocent soul
She will spare for some other boy.

Far from strong is who asks for joy,
Only proud in strength keeps afloat.
And that other will crumple and toss,
Like horse collar that’s eaten with moist.

Not from sickness at heart await I fortune,
Storm will twirl fresh snow from sheer spite.
She’ll be back to where is her birthplace,
She’ll return to give its warmth to little one.

She will take off her coat, untie shawls,
Perch herself by my side, close to heat,
And she’ll say in her sweet, tender tones
That the child bears resemblance to me.