Bismarck, North Dakota
June 2007
If I were young again
To that little known dimension
The taste of endless time
Just like water
But the flavor of it lingers
In those days we were single
We lived them one by one
Now we hardly see them
But I’ve got plenty left I’ve set my sight on
Don’t wait up
* * *
These races that we’ve run were not for glory
No moral to this story
We run for peace of mind
But the race we’re running now is never ending
Since space and time are bending
* * *
I’ve been left for dead before
Don’t wait up
I’ll be home soon.
I’ve been left for dead before
Don’t wait up
I’ll be home soon.
Chris Smither. Leave the Light On. 2006
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