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Spring Road

Spring Road is quiet except for the dog Ginger chases the deer and barks at the road As the snow shines like diamonds in darkness, with the moon hanging low Christmas came earlier this year than most And I stare out the window alone as a ghost In this house full of silence that wasn't supposed to be so The first one's the hardest, that's what they all tell me, you know The kids were up early and under the tree At a quarter to seven, but waited for me To come down and play Santa, pass out all the toys that we bought Trish made the turkey like you did last year Bill and I watched the game, I drank too many beers And we met at the door, shed a tear, and shared the same thought The one thing that all of us wanted, nobody got And I keep it together, I don't let it show for the sake of the kids I wait for the quiet, save it for private like I always did And it's lonely at Baxter's in the Friday night crowd The place seems much too smoky, the band much too loud They all send their condolences, nice, but it doesn't quite do But the roof's finally fixed and we redid the floors I'm still doing too much, maybe more than before But it helps to keep busy, it helps to have something to do All those things that we planned on but somehow just never got to And I keep it together, I don't let it show for the sake of the kids I wait for the quiet, save it for private like I always did But I miss you so bad and I'm just so damn mad at you leaving like this And Spring Road is quiet except for the song Of the birds in the morning and time marching on So I while away at each day the best I know how Birthdays will come, anniversaries will too I will pass them all quietly, thinking of you As I drink to your health, and drink to mine too and then sleep Waking and wondering how all these memories will keep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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